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Scattered knives, broken rope

Nothing has worked, I'm out of hope

He lends me a gun, she lends me a bullet

My loving friendsare completely for it

My suicide must be bloody

For once they will notice me

The lost teen, the broken soul

The demented child, the disturbed girl

They've all looked past me

They've all ignored

The silent tears that run down

The scarlet rain that stains the ground

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