Leave
what is the meaning of life
if my heart wants the knife
What is the point of love
if theres nothing to dream of
How am I supposed to live,
feeling this way
If I want to kill myself,
Every damn day
I keep searching for reasons
Theres only a steady hum
stuck with closed minded relations
hearing nothing but a drum
stuck in this war
I am cold and sore
I am doing the time
but what is my crime
I can see blood
It looks like mud
Theres nothing left in me
so why dont you flee
I am undefined
and not so kind
you need to see
that theres nothing left for me
I dont want to breathe
So say I wont leave
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