i always wish that i was dead
sometimes i'll pull a gun to my head
i cant help but see what you have done
and each bullet holds a meaning in this gun
i sob as roughly as i ever could
i want you to see, cause god knows you should
pink ribbon scars circle my arm
mainly i know that you wont really be alarmed
one day you speak up and ask whats wrong
and i glared at you cause its been this way all along
'i loved you more then i ever should.
when i wanted to cry, infront of you i stood.
i hate myself when i talk to you
you spit nasty words at me and i know theyre all true."
you roll your eyes harshly at me
you walk away and then its easy to see
that your the one thats done this to me.
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