As if cutting an "x" in my heart where your name used to be,
ill do it on my arm just so you can see; im not afraid of pain, keep saying
what you've been saying and i'll only gain, another "lucky
bandaid" im not afraid to bleed, the more you talk, the more ill need;
Later on in life i'll look at my scarred body and wonder why? why did i
cry? why did i want to die? Then i'll look at my still bleeding heart
and have the answer, yo were the one who spread through my body like a
cancer, you were the one who made me feel like this, although im already
dead inside i still want that one last kiss, the kiss that will kill me, so
please kill me because the scars will stay on me, kill me because i want to
die, kill me because your sick of listening to me cry.
 
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