My Conscience Tempts
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I don't want it.
I just wish,
that everyone will stop saying,
"It's my fault"
"It's all my fault".
How come they're telling me that?
Dont you know,
it's already eating me up inside?
Do you not think I got no clue?
I have a brain.
I have a mind.
I CAN THINK FOR MYSELF.
I can think for myself.
And when my mind is finally clear,
I finally understand.
It's all your fault.
You guys are pushing me in a corner.
You guys are leaving me without anywhere to go.
It's tough.
It hurts.
It's not your fault!!
I know this,
I really do,
but why?
Why can't I stop?
Why am I blaming you?
Why is it when I turn to you guys,
my chest hurts so much.
When I smile to you all,
I feel like breaking.
Strangle them,
Strangle them child.
DO IT.
Then there'll be one less person in your way.
Knock them down.
NO!
They're my friends....
they are...
they are people I hold dear.
They are my...friends?
And you hear a snarl.
FRIENDS?!?
Like they know what you think?
Like they know who you are?
Do they know you're suffering?
Do they know you're hurt?
DO they know your pain too?
You're just...all alone.
and you know that.
That's why you cry honey,
that's why your heartbroken at night.
You laid there in bed,
surrounded by darkness,
and tears just keep falling.
You're nothing but in pain.
Just pick up that gun,
and shoot yourself.
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