I sit here lying on my bed
Crying with no control
What have I done,
With this knife I stole?

Flashbacks of your face
Everything you put me through
All the hate
You didn't have a clue

I just wish I could see you again
Just one last time
Before my life comes to an end
Just one last time

Still lying here
With no control
All this fear
what have I done,
With this knife I stole?
 
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