Dreams of Suicide

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My pencil is a razor
Blood is my lead
My wrist is my paper
I wish that I was dead

The rain keeps fallin
I keep callin
Why don't you answer?
Do you even hear?

I'll try to commit suicide
I won't care how you feel inside
I have myself to think of
My own sense of pride

You said you loved me, but you lied
You always laughed when I cried
You never looked when I'd hide
You said you loved me but you lied

Who said life would be a ball?
You were never there when I'd call
I'll be glad when I'm gone
You'll be left to sing my song

Now my blood is flowing slow
This is it, here I go
Now I'm drawing toward the end
Now my blood is flowing thin

Don't forget I'll be glad when I'm gone
Just remember to sing my song