Goodbye

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I slit my wrist a little to deep

The pain is all to much

I need a way out

I need an excuse

Maybe this is it...

Blood trickles down my arm

And onto the bathroom floor

Is your joke still funny?

Are you still laughing at me now?

Well don't worry 

I'll be out of here soon

And it's all because of you

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