Cold, heartless... No feelings. I was called robot for years... My feelings I hide and don't let show, but deep down, I'm heading for a break down, I'm ready to lose it... I'm ready... Ready to lose myself... Unless.... If you'll stop me...
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Why I wasn't important.
Why I wasn't worth it.
Why I was invisible.
Why I gave up.
Why I hate myself.
Why I am alone.
Why I got rope.
Why I got a chair.