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Thank you and goodbye
I'd like to thank the world
for absolutely nothing
Only dragging me down
When it knows I've been
Suffering
I'd like to thank the people
Lying through their teeth
I'd like to thank the people
For lying to me
Thank you for talking shit behind my back
Thank you for making me feel like an ass
I know you never cared so why pretend you do?
I know you don't care
So shut up
and
just do you
Fuck you
Fuck you
You lying bitch
Saying you cared
But left me in a ditch
Your words are all bullshit
Your words don't mean shit
You'd be better off just
Sucking my dick
I'm sick and I'm broken
I'm sick and choking
On my very own lungs
The air is so thin like the blade I use to slash
The air is so thin like my breath
Was my last
I'll clash and I'll clash
With the thoughts that are eroding
My minds like flood
It's always too much commotion
If you'd stop here to look at my wrists
Who would you blame?
I blame you
BITCH!!!
for absolutely nothing
Only dragging me down
When it knows I've been
Suffering
I'd like to thank the people
Lying through their teeth
I'd like to thank the people
For lying to me
Thank you for talking shit behind my back
Thank you for making me feel like an ass
I know you never cared so why pretend you do?
I know you don't care
So shut up
and
just do you
Fuck you
Fuck you
You lying bitch
Saying you cared
But left me in a ditch
Your words are all bullshit
Your words don't mean shit
You'd be better off just
Sucking my dick
I'm sick and I'm broken
I'm sick and choking
On my very own lungs
The air is so thin like the blade I use to slash
The air is so thin like my breath
Was my last
I'll clash and I'll clash
With the thoughts that are eroding
My minds like flood
It's always too much commotion
If you'd stop here to look at my wrists
Who would you blame?
I blame you
BITCH!!!
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