I can't

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I can't tell you how fucked up I am

I can't tell you how much I fuck myself up

I can't tell you what's going on

I can't tell you that I am bleeding

I can't tell you that I need you

I can't stand the thought of making you sad

I can't tell you that I'm addicted to destroying myself

I can't let you know who I really am

I can't say sorry because I don't mean it

But I can't cope by myself.

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