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Well this world is full of treasure and mine is full of pain,

My feelings wont subside and I feel depressed AGAIN!

My suicidal preaching, my sweat, blood and tears,

Is nearer enough closing these final fucking years.

I can keep pretending and do myself more harm,

or I could stop it now and finally bring myself calm.

Im sick of all this fighting and arguments in my head,

Completely understanding, i'd be better off fucking dead.

But these peoples views, haunt me in a way i can not be,

and alone i sit, i bleed myself, trying to die out my diease.

I know theres something missing, i know theres something wrong,

but yet i cant fix it, just by listening to this song.

I need a known escape route, a way i can get out,

but how can I leave and be happy, if all you do is shout?

Im sick and tierd of living, Im tierd of being depressed,

Im Drowning with these decisions, and tied down with all this stress.

Im dragging you with me, into my forever bleeding pool,

My blood stained carpet, is soaking you through.

SO tell when its enough, tell me when i can go,

Tell me when its suitable, for me not to be low.

I know im adding weight, unto your steel plate,

I know I seem selfish, to beg for my own fate.

But, please, take this my darling, my one and only plea,

LET ME THE FUCK OUTTA HERE AND COME THE FUCK WITH ME!!