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One, two, three
These first ones are for you
Long lost friend
I'll always remember you
Once so close
With confidence we shared many things
{But the intentions were never true}
I'm bleeding for you
Four, five, six, seven
Great rush of pain
For the parents
Always pushing me
I've never been good enough
And you're sure to point this out
Saying I should be like the others
I'll bleed this abandoned feeling out
Eight, nine, ten
These just for me
What have I become?
Not who I wanted to be....
Eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen
It's never enough
My emotions still run strong
And the hurt is consuming me
Number eleven for the liar
Who stole my trust
The next cut
For my dreadful first love
Thirteen
Oh I'll make it sting
How could you act liked you cared and only saw me
When I was never on your mind
Fourteen
For the one who went away
The one whose presence
Is still here with me
Fifteen
Turns into sixteen, seventeen and eighteen
I feel so worthless
I've been turned into nothing
Nineteen and twenty
These for the world
Who has always overlooked me
And has turned me into a helpless slave
I'll bleed it all out
Physical pain is nothing to me
What lives inside
Is set to destroy me
[This Is It]
[First of all im sorry i had to do this,
An put u thru this shit,
It will hurt u more than it will me,
but u know im cowardly,
I hope that in time u can see,
This world for me was never meant to be.
I was at the stage where i couldnt compete,
I just couldnt maintain, and stay on my feet.
Don't worry though ill come to u in your sleep,
Talk with u in your dreams,
My life was not what it seemed.
My heart did not want to die,
but my head destroyed me from inside.
There were 2 many contractictions in my existance,
I could never last my natural distance.
Since the day i arrived on this earth,
from the day of my birth,
i was cursed, this hurt i feel cannot be nursed,
I hope u can see that when u see my coffin in the
hurse,
My life to me was worthless, an thats what really
counts,
your love was not enough,
regardless of the amount.
My depature was so selfish, i know,
but i had no choice i had to go.
Remember what i was before i was warped,
Take some joy from the sight of my corpse.
Think of me in some better place,
a place where i dont feel so much of a disgrace.
I hope i see you somewhere, someday,
I picture it bein a sunny day, in may,
we are sittin down by a lake,
lookin up at the clouds,
driftin away on the sounds of the birds.]