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Go ahead and tell me everything is going to be all right.

Tell me things to keep me sane and get me through the night.

Lie to me soft, gentle and sweet...Make it sound soooo real.

But understand my love, these aren't the kind of wounds that heal

And this isn't the kind of battle that you win, don't you see?

Because the final hilarious truth is that my enemy is me.

And perhaps this rape of mine is just a convenient excuse

A reason to wallow in the ecstasy of mindless self abuse.

And for every memory I find I can't abide...

There's just a different kind of Suicide.