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I feel myself repress into a shell...
as a way to escape this life called Hell.
You never understood how much I cared,
how long I'd always be there.
so you went away to another place,
a place that left me in this empty space.
I cared so much, you never really knew..
I guess I never existed to you..

I express my feelings through this knife,
through this bleeding wrist ending my life.
These tears can't show the pain..
these fears could never explain..
How much I loved you, how much I cared.
How much I hated you were never there.
Once you realize tomorrow I won't be around..
There won't even be a glimpse of a frown.

You should be happy there's no more me.
No more pretending to be in love with me.
Why does it have to end this way?
Why is it I make myself pay?
I can't stand it anymore, you think it's weak.
Weak is when "I love you" you speak.
It wasn't real, and neither am I.
So with this.. is my last goodbye.