teenageangst
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Hear my desperate cry
Take this knife
Before I take this life
Today its to hard to try
To keep waking
All I see are my failings
My enemies endless railings
No one sees me shaking
There are worse things than not talking
You can say something wrong you're stupid leave
So where do we stand?
On two separate lands.
Between us air is heavy, thick
but nary do we try so solve our dispute.
Never will we have a new
Relationship, beginning, too far from ever thinning.
