(My head hurts, I'm not thinkin' straight...Ooh, can someone stop this pain? I don't think so, I
got some epilepsy, I'm bangin' my head on the
wall, I'm gettin' a little tipsy...Nothin' to
comfort me but a small rubber duckie...I think-
I-I-I think I'm goin'...No, no, no, what's the
word..? oh yeah...)
I'm layng around wastin' my life, talkin'
to myself, laughin' for no reason (haha!).
I strain myself from the burning pain inside,
I'm wearin' a strait जैकेट to keep from cuttin'
myself, 'cause when I bleed, it doesn't satisfy my need...
it only brings pain, painful memory,
tears, & screaming, yelling...
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