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Jun 2014
Out of my mind

They keep telling me I’ll be fine
But what do they know?
They have no idea I’m out of my mind!
My heart can no longer grow.

But what do they know?
Have they ever felt loneliness like this?
My heart can no longer grow.
I really wish I didn’t exist.

I’ll end up in an institution
slicing my wrist
Isn’t always the best solution
But I bet I won’t be missed.

Call me crazy
Slicing my wrist
Has my mind all hazy
But I bet I won’t be missed.

Slicing my wrist
They have no idea I’m out of my mind!
But I bet I won’t be missed
They keep telling me I’ll be fine.
Esme Venegas
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Esme Venegas
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