I once would take my razor blade
on a crimson parade,
It was my only escape
Deep down i thought i would be paid.
I used to be elate,
but now im stuck in mental desolate.
It was death who created this fate.
Binge Drinker, Heavy smoker,
Deep cutter, Constant Gambler,
Either way its all the same,
no need for your secluded shame,
Your life, death has claimed.
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