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Yet Last Cut Three Highs Ago
written by First2Last06:24 AM 2/6/05i cant think or put thoughts into words
yet im ready to confess
but i cant talk outloud
or get off whats on my chest
my stomachs empty
yet im busting at the seems
and my mind is filled with nothing
except for sleepless dreams
i cant make sense of me
or anything around
and i thought that i was waiting
for the nicest guy in town
and i cuold always count on friends
to help me through these times
and the only thing im good at
is penny pinching dimes
i dont wanna fucking give a shit
im sick of this fucking home
theres no one to fucking talk to
not even on the phone
my arm hurts
from all the previous cuts
and i did it to myself again
why do i fuck me up? |
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..fuck it.
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