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bored, sitting her with nothing to do

just looking at the table, wondering what for

all my friends have done left me

gone to another school

man what happened, my life use to be so cool

i just sit and wonder, whats left of my life

looking at the sharp blade on this knife

thinking about how much it will hurt

picturing my blood fall to the dirt

breathing in hell

remembering all the times i ahve fell

got up

can i do it again

rise from all the pain

picturing u right back in my lane

im so confused

whats left than to refuse

my life my wisdom my dreams and all