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Take my word , believe me please,
I damned if I do, Damned if I dont,
Take all that I have, take it all,
Haven't you realized
I'm already dead inside ?
Your just looking at the empty shell,
Take my hand, help me through,
Hear me out, scars so deep,
Cuts and bruises , nothing in reality,
Haven't you realized,
I'm dead inside?
The empty shell, and a blank canvas,
The person I used to be gone in a flash,
Take my word believe me please,
Help me through ,
My canvas is blank and needs it colour.
'There will be bad days, there will be good days, there will be really bad days, and really good days, and days that are not bad or good but just simply suck, but either way you got through it and you are here today and that is all that really matters''
Do you ever get a little bit tired of life
Like you're not really happy but you don't wanna die
Like you're hanging by a thread but you gotta survive
'Cause you gotta survive