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It Can't Be
It can't be
Only me
With my feet off the edge
Of my bed
With a knife in my hand
Playing my favorite band
I've placed it on my wrist
Wanting to end all of this.
And I go to look in the mirror
But I'm too full of fear
I hate what I see
How is this me
I take a look at my life
And it does not suffice
This fat, sad sap that I've become
So insecure it's hard to have fun.
I wish to be gone,
Leave with no song
I will sing no more,
Once I'm motionless on the floor
But that path is not for me,
Because it can't be
I won't give in
I have to win.
Only me
With my feet off the edge
Of my bed
With a knife in my hand
Playing my favorite band
I've placed it on my wrist
Wanting to end all of this.
And I go to look in the mirror
But I'm too full of fear
I hate what I see
How is this me
I take a look at my life
And it does not suffice
This fat, sad sap that I've become
So insecure it's hard to have fun.
I wish to be gone,
Leave with no song
I will sing no more,
Once I'm motionless on the floor
But that path is not for me,
Because it can't be
I won't give in
I have to win.
Published 20th Nov 2014
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