I don't wanna
Maybe I'm better off dead
I mean my wrist are red
Please don't cry
I don't wanna die
I just feel broken
Cause I left so many words unspoken
I am to blame
This is why I feel so much shame
Maybe I'm better off dead
My wrists are pretty red
Please don't cry
Cause I don't Wanna die
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