Bad Year

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I wanna run away
Wanna erase my mistakes
Not livin for me
Yet I'm in misery
You think you understand
What goes on in my mind
Yet you haven't a clue
What I'm in for tonight
Cuts on my sides
Scratches on my wrists
And Watching all the blood
Just Slowly drip
From my wrist to my finger
I'm Watching it flow
Everyone says no
To harming my skin
But I only do it
To hide what's within
My thoughts surround me
Bringing me down in
Everything here makes me lose cheer
Joy, happiness, the hell are those
In this fucking year?

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