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9/13/01



    If I wanted pity

  You’d know it by now



   But I really don’t know if we're really friends

If you cared we’d meet at both ends

You only care when no one else’s around

I'm just not sure if you'd cry if I drowned

If I shot myself through the head

Would you go into shock and cry on your bed

    

    Would you care, do you stare?

       Every time I cry    



I can tell that you fake all this love for me

‘Cause you walk away if I cry, and you see

So I pretend till I get home

Cry in my room, lie still as stone

Someday soon I'll get the nerve

To take a knife and make a curve

Then watch blood spill from my wrist

And add me to the funeral list