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My life has been a mountain of mounting depression
I paid the cost, love is lost, and im doubting rejection
So let me bring you into the deadly story of Chris Mcnair
It's nothing, im not bluffing, the love just dissapeared

I've been constantly causing malovelonce to myself
A knife, is my life, and the blood seems to help
The pain has drained every bit of emotion from my bones
And i carve at my brain until all of my feelings are alone

But once they're alone, i feel bored and lonely
I have no memories to hold me and keep me homely
Twidiling thumbs, snatching my hair, its all right
Because if i get lucky i might stay alive all night

Well let me tell you why im feeling so broke and hurt
My girlfriend had my heart and it belonged to only her
But she decided it would be better if we were just friends
But then again, i guess thats the best way for it to end

No matter the distance, in a instance, i would be there
The reason was inevitable, alone she was also scared
So we had something in common, but it meant nothing
She told me she loved me, but she was only fronting

Late at night i would think to myself, what is death about
I wish i would die but i wont let the words escape my mouth
It seems like every illiterate person reads my songs and worries
Cuz death is my favortie topic, basically because it cant hurt me

But a knife can, and my right hand, is aiming for a wrist
But why would i even dare to end my painful life like this
Sure i cry alot and my brain will always be scarred
But life is a gift and it definately not that hard

Multiple factions come in to play, i bleed with luxury
But my mind has his own ideas and moves with trudgery
So fuck what everyone says i dont deserve a life
I got an appointment with death, reserve the knife

I take it to my wrist, and cut slowly but deeply
I might as well keep going, no one here needs me
The blood starts to drip in the soda in my cup
And i realize i was going left to right and not up

It wont work successfully, unless i do it right
If not, i'll sit and deficate on myself all night
I cut the wrong vein, and blood spewed in the air
I ended it, and i was glad that no one knew i was here