Sorry I'm alive, and sorry that I complain,
Everyday in my head, I've been wishing I was dead.
I don't care about me any more, I don't know why I'm here any more.
At least I'm alive, right? Sometimes it's my life I need to fight,
I hate me, I hate everything I am.
And I wish I could get myself to really give a damn.
But I can't. So I'll shut up, because it isn't worth it.
In the end it's my wrist that I should slit.
I didn't choose life, but I can choose the knife.
Some can choose their drama, I don't.
Some can handle their drama. I won't.
In the end it isn't fair,
And in the end I couldn't care.
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