Dull, vague colors are all that reside
the life drains from my faded-blue eyes
i've been here so long, but lived in disguise
so i sat there alone, desolation pouring from my eyes
no hopes, no dreams, no ambition to live
i've given so much, but there's none left to give

my heart bleeds in the silent night
as i fight the temptation with all my might
the colored drops, they lay on the floor
i hear the knob turn slowly on my door
i quick hide the cuts as i run to my bed
but it's not my mom, and rather death instead

he's come for me; it's my time to go,
he says the cuts aren't dee[, tehy barely even show
i continue the fight, the cuts keep going
but it can all be fixed with a bit of sewing
i've given up, there's no point in trying
once i leave, there will be no one crying

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