Sometimes i just feel like Running *away*.... just to see who would follow just to see who really cares 0r if anyone cares at all.....
I just say O I'm fine, and walk away, but I'm waiting for the person that grabs me by the arm and says no your not.
The closest thing to perfect is the farthest thing from me
I'm tired of trying
SIck of crying
I know I'm smiling
But inside I'm dying Cross my heart and hope to die
Slash my wrists & say goodbye
If you ever come to feel my pain Or drowned for a day in my lonley rains You would know what it's like To suffer my Hell
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