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this game
written by suicide-fairie03:33 PM 3/28/05dont look at me like im not here
you make me feel so small
you think your so great you think you have it all
you wanna take everything away from me
but i will put up a fight
whether i win it is another thing
but id rather try than feel like shite
il cry silent tears the ones that no one hear
il cut your name into my skin
il through all my love for you out in the bin
the minutes pass but nothing changes
my mood stays the same tired and pathetic
im losing at this game
ive tryed hard to change my tactics
but i end up back at square one
its so easy to lose so hard to win
hard to forget too easy to remember
il try and make you smile even if i cant do it myself
il keep my cuts hidden il keep my thoughts in my head
but il you phone me one day to hear no reply
dont be surprised if im dead |
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