Pain cutting into my ears,
Blood already dirtied flows,
Flowing down a neverending hole of deciet,
If there are really good and bad times to cry,
Wich is wich,
Are emotions suppose to have a switch,
And if they did I would shut them all off,
I don't want any more pain,
No more hiding in a corner,
I won't listen to your lies,
And I can't hear your cries,
Stop asking because I won't.
Stop regretting everyhting you do,
And then screaming to make them regret it too.
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