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Scar on my arm.
I'm bleeding and thinking about you again.
If only both of us would change;
Then I wouldnt have to be crying in the rain.
Because I'm in pain.
And Im sick of it
But I can't help it.
Wishing I was dead;
No excuse to live.
So look at my arm now.
I still have the scar.
If only both of us would change;
Then I wouldnt have to be crying in the rain.
Because I'm in pain.
And Im sick of it
But I can't help it.
Wishing I was dead;
No excuse to live.
So look at my arm now.
I still have the scar.
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