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So Called Life
I Found a way to release all this anguish
Where no one can judge
A place called Darkness
People that won't even hold a grudge
I Am damaged And Insane
to much to say but not enough said
who am I? Who Are you?
What is this so called life
I have my wrist cut with this knife
This medicine doesn't cure
I hate all of this I hate myself I'm so insecure
My vision my dreams are all a blur
Where no one can judge
A place called Darkness
People that won't even hold a grudge
I Am damaged And Insane
to much to say but not enough said
who am I? Who Are you?
What is this so called life
I have my wrist cut with this knife
This medicine doesn't cure
I hate all of this I hate myself I'm so insecure
My vision my dreams are all a blur
Published 5th Aug 2013
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