Trapped inside of his head
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He can never look back at the word that she said
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Cigarette breath caresses eight letters of death
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And the stress is a task to the things that she left
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And everyday it's his feeling that drive him schitzofrentic
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Only thinking of killing, not anyone else but himself
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And that's the why that she left him
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Pacing back and forth in his head answering questions
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Pain, the only thing he has left is his pain
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His feelings inside have never felt insane
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Until the blood drips from his veins
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All can feel his pain
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And I can see you now, you don't love me now
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I feel my heart beat now, it's killing me
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And I have tried to die, it never worked out in the end
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But it kills me knowing that you could take away this pain
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Now reading the letter last minute she cared for him
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But he deserved way better, said fuck it
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Pulled out the knife and started to slice
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All feelings of being sad were lost when he stopped his life
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And he can feel it again
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His suicide effected everyone by killing his friends
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Memories of past memories made him insane
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And made him do the things he regretted at the end of the day
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Pain, the only thing he has left is his pain
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His feelings inside have never felt insane
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Until the blood drips from his veins
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All can feel his pain
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And the blood drips from his veins
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And the blood drips from his veins
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And I can see you now, you don't love me now
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I feel my heart beat now, it's killing me
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And I have tried to die, it never worked out in the end
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But it kills me knowing that you could take away this pain
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I can't take this fucking pain
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Lacuna...
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