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Lifeless
written by Morbid Angel12:04 AM 10/23/04When the phone rings it's always for my sister or my mum,
Why don't my friends call me? What have I done?
When theres someone at the door it's a postman or a family friend,
No one there to help me, when will this torment end.
When I slit my wrists I'm lifeless with not a care in my head,
This blade loves me, so I might as well be dead. |
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