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They tell me they care,

Yet when I need help they sit and stare,

They tell me they'll always be there,

Yet they left me when my world was despair,

They asked me if I was fine,

Just know I'm gonna lie,

I feel my heart ache,

I think it's going to kill me,

I hate this life,

I want it to kill me,

To make me leave,

But where would I go?

I would have to find out,

For only the dead would know,

I'm dying inside,

But you don't say a thing,

I swear you don't care,

Even if you knew I was suffering,

The pain was only getting worse,

She was wrong,

It wasn't a phase,

I knew I became different,

That very day that everything changed,

I knew I was upset,

At how they treated me,

Just in the end,

There wasn't anyone who held my key of trust,

The key had been snapped in half,

And soon turned into dust.

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