How can I think straight?
When I live in a world of hate
How can I tell you how to feel?
When I don't know fake from real
How does it feel to be so deep
How does it feel to lose sleepI
t gives me piece of mind
It buys me a little time
He can say he loves me
I can say I tried
When I say we aren't meant to be
I'll wait for his tears to have dried
His smile can make my day
His voice can chase fears away
But he can't make me smile
Even for a little while
I can burn my skin
I can slit my wrists
I can go out and win
Instead I wrote this
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