For the first time in my life
I am angry at myself
For not doing shit
To make myself feel better
I let everyone play me
Manipulate me
Tease me
Break me
Hurt me
Use me
Fool me
Kill me
Yet I don't do shit
I just let them
And I don't know why
And for two years I was angry at myself for meaning shit
But never doing shit about it
And now I'm fucking tired of it
But what can I do?
The rope is tight against my neck
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