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Take a gun, take knife, take a rope
Will it ever help
No
But it feels good
Doesn’t it
You feel like you can escape
From
All of this
You think im writing to you
Not really
Im writing to ME
It’s a story
They guy sitting here next to
Looking
It’s not a story really
He judges me
And im fine with it because everyone does it to me
I can never be just me, i have to act
That everything is okay
When really nothing ever really is fine
I have to act like i am tough,
But i am not
Why do i have to lie
Act
Pretend
It’s not me
I just want to get over with it
Take a gun, take a knife, take a rope
It will help