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Okay, so what should I do at 1AM all alone?
          Maybe I should die
          Maybe I should drink
          Maybe I should smoke
          Maybe I should broke
          
          Wait.... I already am broken
          
          
          Well, forget it then, no matter what I do I just am useless trash, 
          So just forget I exist
          So just make everybody hate me
          So just let me go
          So just kill me
          So just let me die
          Give me those happy pills and ir will be over 
          
          
          I’m crying
          
          
          
          
          
          Again.

''Isn't it lovely?, all alone''
          Yes, it's lovely, 
          Because there's no harm,
          Because there's no pain,
          The only way it stops,
          The only safety,
          
          But is there real safety?
          No, there isn't.
          
          
          Cutting is the only safety, 
          My adiction,
          My home,
          It isn't harmful,
          The real harm is what peolple say, 
          What I think about me,
          What I say  to myself about me.
          
          
          Does my self steem even exist?
          
          Well, I don't know,
          I don't know anything,
          I feel ugly and stupid.
          
          
          ''Welcome to my life'
          
          
          
          I can't wait to cut my wrists.
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          Again.

So, should I say good morning?
          I don’t know,
          Nothing feels good anymore,
          So should I?
          Maybe I should,
          Good morning for you,
          Bad ending for me.
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          They hate me.
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          Again.

''I know I'm not alone''
          
          That's what Alan walker said....
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          But am I alone?
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          Because that's how it feels

Lost in my thoughts,
          The thing that I hate the most,
          Because there is no home when you are home,
          Because there might be no home,
          No safety.
          
          Maybe it is because I feel alone,
          Or maybe it is because I am alone.
          
          
          Am I really alone?
          
          I like to sit in the darkness of my room at night,
          Hoping they can not find me there,
          But deep inside me I know they  can,
          Because they will never leave me alone,
          So I am always alone,
          Alone in my toughts.
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          Again.