If I end up dying
I don't care anymore
It's better than crying
And leaving my heart sore
Better than painting my arms
Dyeing them dark red
Awaiting deaths alluring charms
Just waiting for me to end up dead
Slowly draining away my life
Every little last drop
Falling down from this dull knife
Every little "drip" makes my head pop
But that's okay, I'm already broken
Broken due to words unspoken
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