I played my skin like a violin,
Armed with a metal bow.
Slash and screech, my music screams,
For it has no beauty to show.
I'll play my show tonight,
My first and last recital,
But when I fall in my dimmed spotlight,
No one would be in denial,
For they knew I was going to go.
But no one cares,
And no one will know,
Of the never ending nightmares.
I tried my best,
It wasn't enough,
You tried to test,
But you, I can never trust.
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