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Snowy Days and, quiet nights

The days that I will never forget

The lies that I can never forgive

Finally, finding out, far too late.

The days have passed, the times elapsed.

They said to forgive and forget

But, what If I can't forgive?

Smiling faces, that only time chases.

Many have cried for those who died.

Clouds, continuously, crowd the sky.

Chicago, the city where I hide.

Chicago, the city where I've lied

I heard their laughter, their chatter.

Their hidden voices, that only rose behind my back.

Bandages and stitches

Cover and obscure the marks from view

Familiar faces comfort and console me.

Continuously crawling back their source.

Adding to my collection.

Collection of scars, pain, and tears.

A masquerade of happiness.

His masquerade of love of care.

Today's the day

Today's my day

My day to end My life.

Pills and alcohol

Time to risk it all

Time for me to end it all

A blissful Death.

Will I be left as a painful wreck

I can feel his breath on my neck

I can feel your breath on my neck

I should keep him in check

Where's the deck?

The deck of cards

Am I lost

Will I be found

Buried under a dirt mound

I'm a clown

The laughing stock of town

Will the be laughing at my funeral

Only time will tell

Time to see how many pills can I swallow

Before my body breaks down

My heart stops beating

Now, my life's fleeing

Do you hear that sound?

Footsteps

Are they coming or going?

Oh, wait that's me

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