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I wonder if you care. |
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You graze your skin across another needle |
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As the concern for the strength of your veins |
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Stretches across your mind |
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Your thoughts tell you no one cares |
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No one will listen, |
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They all hate you |
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You take off your clothes again, |
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Trying to find "the right one" |
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But you're only forcing yourself to drag the needle again |
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Because "no one cares for someone who gives themselves up so quickly." |
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I can only pray that you will see past your own thoughts again. |
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Can't you see that you have no friends. |
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They've all used you and left you for dead, |
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I drag another dead body through your blood. "But why can't I have more?" |
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There is something more. |