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I'm tired of pretending,
That It is all okay.
You think It doesn't matter to me,
and you throw it all away.
If that is so,
Why promise it to me?
Why make another lie,
and then let it be?
I can't hide,
what I've done to myself.
I tried not to cut,
But I needed more help.
All of my world,
Is falling down On me.
I can't live,
and I can't breathe.
If this is your way,
I handling your life,
by hiding eveything behind me.
but now I have the knife.
I can't love life like this,
So crowded but left to alone.
I can't be here for no reason,
and I can't belive all I've been told.
There's no reason,
to live your lies.
and there's no reason,
for my to live my life.
I am just tired,
of the promises you break.
I don't understand why it's so hard.
Life is a game I can't take.
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