You told her you hate her
And want her to die
So she thinks to herself
Maybe you’re right
I should just take this knife
And bleed once again
One scar turns to 5
And 5 into 10
And now thanks to you
She’s given up on her life,
Do She reached for the bottle
And took many a pill
But you never hated her
Or want her to die
But now it’s too late
Cause she went home and thought
Suicide!
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Why do you feel so bad? Can you tell me more?