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insane
Walking down these halls
Slowly going insane
As I think of ways
To be rid of all the pain
Take a handful of pills
And drift of to sleep
A knife to the wrists
And watch my blood weep
Jump of a building
And aim for the ground
Hide under water
And let myself drown
Slowly going insane
As I think of ways
To be rid of all the pain
Take a handful of pills
And drift of to sleep
A knife to the wrists
And watch my blood weep
Jump of a building
And aim for the ground
Hide under water
And let myself drown
Published 28th Oct 2011
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