The blood is coming out of my wrist so fast,
I don't know how long I'll last,
This is what I do every night,
I suppose I'll call it,
My lullaby,
It makes me feel better,
All the tension releases,
But inside I'm still broken in pieces,
I smile to myself,
As I look at the blood,
It isn't long till my lullaby, Isn't enough,
I'll try to hold on,
As long as I can,
But when I'm gone remember me as I am,
If you have my same lullaby,
Don't forget your not alone,
And It's ok to cry
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Shadows unseen
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