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12/5/01





I'm in a vicious cycle



One without an end



And I'm terrified



Of what’s behind the bend



I'm dieing very slowly,



Leaving a lonely life



And I'm not gonna go



From a gun or knife



I'm killing myself



In a tragic way



SO much closer to death



Every single day



I was sure the first time



It would be the last



But I was so naive



And younger in the past



I swear that I am eating



But can I keep it down



There's no one else like me



In this lonely town



Breakfast is in the toilet,



And suppers in this bag



I'm cleaning up my puke



With a dirty rag



My bile’s mixed with blood



It's screaming out my name



When I started out



I thought it was a game



I'm almost to thee end



The closing of my book



But first I'll turn around



And take a final look



My body lays there weary



And blood is in the sink



I look so cold and lonely



It's getting hard to think



Why'd I even start this?



I guess it was for thin



Why would I even start this?



If I couldn't win?