i am tired of life
so i pick up the knife
one flick and ill be dead
on the floor my blood is red
one movement to end the pain
the blood washed away by the rain
i have hit a wall
it is my turn to fall
i cant get past
this strength wont last
it is my turn to die
so goodbye my love....goodbye
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