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They've all taught me to hate They've lead me to this, Breaking down after every day. These cuts on my arms Are marks from your harms, I don't ge..

You know, I used to be the one with all of the answers to give. Now it's difficult so much as to live. Talking hasn't done sh[it]. Fighting hasn..

Remember? I don't know where I was that day. I disappeared, basically ran away. I can't believe what I've become. After all those years of inn..

It's a game Not one I appreciate playing. Every day it's exactly the same It's staying. Endless headaches every day Not moving from this seat. ..

[inhale] She wears her homecoming dress Over faded blue jeans She's a disaster A mess But she still wears her silver angel wings. She cries ..

Why in God's Holy Name Must you treat me so juvenile ? Your minor annoying game Is becoming quite senile. You yell, spit, and curse Vomiting your..

Lately the reflection in the mirror of me, Isn't what I expect it to be . . . The image in my mind, Is broken, at fault and alone - But that's..

L i s t e n to the people W h i s p e r i n g their lies. S t a r i n g you down C o u n t i n g every glare. ..

You can't imagine how I feel. My heart is hurting.... This pain is so real. I'm wishing on every star there is tonight. But baby, How can I s..