Sometimes thinking of suicide
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The thought that sharpens my mind
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Deep down in manic depression
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I only hear my own cries
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These thoughts are so twisted I can hardly
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Look out from the edge of my world
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Those feelings of losing every sense of touch
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I tried to reach with my hands
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Sometimes thinking of suicide
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The thought that sharpens my mind
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Sometimes life feels much cheaper
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So cold, dull and grey
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These thoughts are so twisted I can hardly
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Look out from the edge of my world
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Those feelings of losing every sense of touch
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I tried to reach with my hands
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Moving near the end of my dream
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However I'm leaving after
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I've tried to feel the way others feel
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But it's just not for me
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Soulburner
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Gardenian |