Why don't you just rip my heart out?
And save me all of my sufferings.
I'd rather live without,
All those damn things.
Why can't you just end it,
to prevent breaking my heart?
You don't really like me anyway, you must admit,
I don't want to waste my blood on someone who don't want to impart.
And now I'm crying blood, the same old way,
for something that doesn't even matter for you.
And it's pathetic that I just can't say,
all these things on my mind too.
And these things on my wrist,
some of them are caused by you.
I'm lost in the mist,
and I've got no one to turn to.
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