I’m sitting in my room
dark and empty
Nobody to hold me
Nobody to care
I’m thinking of all
the fu*ked up stuff
I just want to die
Knifes I love you
Blades you sting
either way you
make me believe
I’m still alive
dark and empty
Nobody to hold me
Nobody to care
I’m thinking of all
the fu*ked up stuff
I just want to die
Knifes I love you
Blades you sting
either way you
make me believe
I’m still alive
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