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These cuts on my wrist | They ripe I swear | 'Cause they sometimes make me better
These cuts on my wrist They ripe I swear 'Cause they sometimes make me better Dying just to see you again So I'm tired of writing letters to you Can't express myself I always choke on my own words Can't explain what's going on All I know is that it hurts I can't do this no more without you Baby you're my rose, without you Regret, all I cared and loved you But I fucked it up and now I gotta hurt Lost the only thing I loved Completely was my fault Myself, I can't keep safe You know it's all my fault Because you didn't have a say in it I fuck everything up But I'm just so tired of saying it If you were here you'd be disappointed But I can't sing to no one else And I swear, I'm just so tired That I might just kill myself
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