wash my hands and i hope to die
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those nights of endless tears
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your apathy and self control
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were the answer to my fears
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that i cant do this anymore
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i cant go on
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i cant keep hating myself
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and i cant do this anymore
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eyes sown shut and my heart has grown cold
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my hands are painted red
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razor sharp words to my wrist
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never thought before you said
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i heard you cried for a while
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you thought i was okay
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but all your thoughts and your sorry words
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i cant hear six feet away
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i cant wake up hating myself and wishing that i wasnt born
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Six Feet Away
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| Everafter |
