I'm laying on my bed
Trying to clam my pouding head
Just another night alone
And again these scars are shown
Sadly you will never see
Just how much you meant to me
So I'll lower this blade once more
To try and tally up your score
You're winning this game of Life
As you drain mine with your knife
The words slipping from your tongue
And like razor blades they stung
You made me hurt and cry
So that you could laugh and sigh
Sitting back to watch the show
My thick blood, red and slow
Flowing from my little wrist
Knowing that I won't be missed
You kicked me while I'm down
So in my pool of blood I'll drown
And yes I'm giving up this fight
So that I can finally say good night
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