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My Goodbye
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July 2007 I look around at a place that feels so familiar
But the faces feel so unknown, like strangers
Did I once know them, or have they just changed
Where has the time gone, things are so strange
Unloved by the masses, I would not be missed
Just another slash to the wrist
A girl gone so young, she want crazy so fast
That is what happens when you hold onto the baggage of the past
Friends are now strangers
Love has chosen to die
No one wants to stick around
I am getting ready for my goodbye
Cut a little bit deeper,
Press just a little bit harder,
Take the pills,
Swallow them down by the dozen,
Pull the trigger,
Watch the crimson flow....
...as I slowly fade away....
...into a distant world....
