When I wake up and cry
I know this is my final goodbye.
No, I can’t take the pain of this game
No, it’s not the same
It’s not like I choose to be bruised
When all I do is lose.
Used and abused in this world we don’t recognize.
All these lies, I despise.
But this battle has just begun
No, it’s not fun.
No, I read what they said
While I was laying in bed.
Now I think in my head
That I’m better off dead
I’m hanging by a thread
I heard that they thought
That I ought to be gone,
So long…
As I hang by this thread
I dread, I will be missed by none, …
Now the game is over, done.
Are you happy you won?
Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 1:56 AM UTC
When I wake up and cry
I know this is my final goodbye.
No, I can’t take the pain of this game
No, it’s not the same
It’s not like I choose to be bruised
When all I do is lose.
Used and abused in this world we don’t recognize.
All these lies, I despise.
But this battle has just begun
No, it’s not fun.
No, I read what they said
While I was laying in bed.
Now I think in my head
That I’m better off dead
I’m hanging by a thread
I heard that they thought
That I ought to be gone,
So long…
As I hang by this thread
I dread, I will be missed by none, …
Now the game is over, done.
Are you happy you won?
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