20/12/14
Its 11:11 and what do I wish?
I wish that I could bleed from my wrists
It's 11:11 and you say that I'm dumb
Will hanging from the ceiling show you I'm numb?
It's 11:11 and I want to down those pills
But I still haven't written my will
It's 11:11 and there's a hole in my head
Didn't you tell me I'm better off dead?
It's 11:11 and my airway's cut off
Tell me again, I'm just a stupid goth?
It's 11:11 and if I run in front of a bus
Will anybody start to give a fuck?
It's 11:11 and cover my mouth
Until no more air can go in or out
It's 11:12 and I can't help but cry
It's times like these I'm glad I chose not to die
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