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Said you didn't like what I wore, 

I threw it away .

Said you didn't like my friends 

Never called them that again. 

Said you didn't like me 

Hated myself more. 

Said you didn't trust me 

Didn't trust myself either.

Said you'd rather have me dead

Than have your name dragged through dirt.

That brings me here,

Bath tub overflowing, blade in hand.

 Looking back, the only thing I remember,

The home that made me smile,

Were the friends you didn't like.

Is the blood I shed for you

Worth more than the love that awaits me?

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