Stop calling to try to make her care. Your suicide threats are pathetic, do it. You wake up with your whiskey and knife and you start the cycle again. You say you'll die alone, good, I hope you do. You say the first cut is for her, well make it for me and go for your throat. I know I am not sympathetic, it's obvious. You don't know why all of her
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a single breath i could take
i'd trade all the others away
the blood's on the wall
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