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Sometimes thinking of suicide |
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The thought that sharpens my mind |
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Deep down in manic depression |
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I only hear my own cries |
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These thoughts are so twisted |
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I can hardly |
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Look out from the edge of my world |
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Those feelings of losing every sense of touch |
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I tried to reach with my hands |
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Sometimes thinking of suicide |
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The thought that sharpens my mind |
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Sometimes life feels much cheaper |
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So cold, dull and grey |
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These thoughts are so twisted |
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I can hardly |
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Look out from the edge of my world |
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Those feelings of losing every sense of touch |
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I tried to reach with my hands |
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Moving near the end of my dream |
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However I'm leaving after |
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I've tried to feel the way others feel |
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But it's just not for me |
