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No matter how hard I try, nobody ever seems to be happy with me.
The lies, they flow like a river of blood that flows from my skin.
The pain, it follows like my shadow walking.
I’m sick of this, why can’t it just end?
One bang, blood rushes from my head.
I just want to let go and say forget about it.
I’ve been trying so hard, and it never does me any good.
Why can’t I just be a good person?
How come every time I try, I end up getting my heart set on fire?
Finding happiness for me just seems to be impossible.
This broken heart, feels like a punch to the gut.
I’m tired of this feeling, I want it to just end.
How come this is happening?
Why can’t I stop it, no matter how hard I try?
Because I’ve given up so much for you, but it’s never enough.
The garbage that you’ve put me through, the pain, the lies, the deceit.
Hang me high, I’m sick of trying for someone who just throws it away.
Spits it in my face, and then nonchalantly walks away.
You say you loved me, well I’m calling the devil.
Lying’s a sin, now you’re in trouble.
But if pain is a sin, then I’ll see you in hell.
Because no matter how hard I try, you know that I might as well
Just give up with a bang straight to the head,
The cuts on my skin flow a river of red.
The scars on my skin leave a memory that burns,
Pictures, they’ll last unless deleted forever.
They capture a moment of happiness and joy,
But why keep them when I was just your little toy.
Caught up in this game, I don’t know why I even try.
So I’ll put a bullet through my skull, I’m done, goodbye.
The lies, they flow like a river of blood that flows from my skin.
The pain, it follows like my shadow walking.
I’m sick of this, why can’t it just end?
One bang, blood rushes from my head.
I just want to let go and say forget about it.
I’ve been trying so hard, and it never does me any good.
Why can’t I just be a good person?
How come every time I try, I end up getting my heart set on fire?
Finding happiness for me just seems to be impossible.
This broken heart, feels like a punch to the gut.
I’m tired of this feeling, I want it to just end.
How come this is happening?
Why can’t I stop it, no matter how hard I try?
Because I’ve given up so much for you, but it’s never enough.
The garbage that you’ve put me through, the pain, the lies, the deceit.
Hang me high, I’m sick of trying for someone who just throws it away.
Spits it in my face, and then nonchalantly walks away.
You say you loved me, well I’m calling the devil.
Lying’s a sin, now you’re in trouble.
But if pain is a sin, then I’ll see you in hell.
Because no matter how hard I try, you know that I might as well
Just give up with a bang straight to the head,
The cuts on my skin flow a river of red.
The scars on my skin leave a memory that burns,
Pictures, they’ll last unless deleted forever.
They capture a moment of happiness and joy,
But why keep them when I was just your little toy.
Caught up in this game, I don’t know why I even try.
So I’ll put a bullet through my skull, I’m done, goodbye.
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