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Sometimes I want die,I don't know why I don't try,
People think they know me but they don't know shit,
I'm hiding within myself fighting a war I won't ever win
All I have in this life is this needle,spoon,and tourniquet

I'm dying inside but what would it matter if I really died,
Would my fucking parents feel any remorse for their son
They turned their back on me when I needed them most,
Treated me like a ghost for all the mistakes I've ever done.

What's it going to take to feel alive again?is the one question,
I wake up in the night with cold sweats from all the bad dreams,
I want to get high but these demons inside would rather I die,
I can't take this shit no more cause nobody know what this means.
Written by PleasuresOfPain
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