Stain this blade with my blood.
Stain this blade with my tears.
Stain this blade with my health.
Stain this blade with my freedom.
Set me free.
Let me be me.
I'm sick of dying inside.
Set me free.
Rid me of this disease.
Guide the way.
Let me sway.
I'm pondering about suicide again today.
I wont commit it, but I'm ok with dying.
Cuz in the end life was always lying.
Stain this blade, set me free.
Cuz I'm dying to be me.
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