Why would I slit my wrists
If there was nothing wrong
If no problem exists
Why would I stand the pain and get along
Why would I starve myself
If I had no problem that day
Would anyone do that to themselves?
You think I seem okay?
Why would I cry
If I had no reason
The truth I can't deny
And my eyes commit treason
When the face is trying
To hide the truth and smile
Inside I'm dying
That's why I'm hostile
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