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you'll be sorry
You’ll be sorry
When I’m dead
And all the guilt will be on your shoulders
And you will regret the day it happens
You will see my blood pouring out of my wrists
And the rope around my neck with a letter
Saying
Its your fault, your the one who did this to me, I hope you suffer for the rest of your life trying to think what you did wrong, the truth is you will never know
And while im in hell looking up at you and haunting you, you will do the same thing as what I did,
Cut your wrist and hang your self
When I’m dead
And all the guilt will be on your shoulders
And you will regret the day it happens
You will see my blood pouring out of my wrists
And the rope around my neck with a letter
Saying
Its your fault, your the one who did this to me, I hope you suffer for the rest of your life trying to think what you did wrong, the truth is you will never know
And while im in hell looking up at you and haunting you, you will do the same thing as what I did,
Cut your wrist and hang your self
Published 18th Sep 2011
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