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It's not fun to play games, To mess around with the knife, I know what it's like, To want to end your life. To add some more pressure, Swallow those extra pills, But you're just playing games, To gain your sick thrills. To see peoples reactions, When you tell what you've done, To see their concern, And the attention you've won. But I've been there for real, Where the darkness takes over, But you only lie, When you say that you've been there. Because as long as you feed, On other peoples fear, You'll stay in the light, And never go here.
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Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 4:51 AM UTC
Cry For Attention
It's not fun to play games, To mess around with the knife, I know what it's like, To want to end your life. To add some more pressure, Swallow those extra pills, But you're just playing games, To gain your sick thrills. To see peoples reactions, When you tell what you've done, To see their concern, And the attention you've won. But I've been there for real, Where the darkness takes over, But you only lie, When you say that you've been there. Because as long as you feed, On other peoples fear, You'll stay in the light, And never go here.
FromtheShadows
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Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 4:51 AM UTC
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