The Downside Of Love
I still hate myself every day
And it hasn't changed in a single way
Nobody loves me, I love no one
Try to avoid me or better yet, run.
I have no potential, not hard to see
A drop out child pleading on her knees
Asking for someone else to take her life
And send her up with the cut of a knife.
Nothing goes her way, she always fails
With a suicide note and her blood in a trail
"It's all over now" she thought, "I'm finally done"
With this fucked up life that's been well over-run.
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