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my room is as cold as my heart
i try to belong
but one day
ill sing my last song
i get called a freak
just because i am unique.
im lost
and i  hope to be found
though ive searched everywere
Nobody seems to care
I listen to them
But they dont hear me
I try to be seen
Why are people so mean
I play the song
That ive needed to hear
For so long
AHHHHHHHHHHHH
IM screaming
Wishing i was dreaming
My hands to my head
My wrist spilling red
My heart no longer beating
I stop
my darkened body
lies on the ground.

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Hi guys
Its a sad day today even sadder than usual,
Because three years ago today MCR broke up :'( .
Peace out
Freak

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