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Author: Trajo
Fiction Rated: K - English - General - Reviews: 5 - Published: 12-14-05 - Updated: 12-14-05 - id:2069368
I’m so sick of living

come on
give me a suicide
give me your cyanide
cut me down
I will refuse to bleed

I haven’t felt this way
in a long long time
aren’t you proud that
you’re on the road to killing me

I’m so sick of living

come on
give me a suicide
give me your cyanide
cut me down
I will refuse to bleed

falling back to old habits
bottling up my pain
making hard random slashes
crying into the rain

I haven’t felt this way
in a long long time
aren’t you proud that
you’re on the road to killing me
on the road to killing me
on the road to killing me
just like before

yelling and screaming
kicking and punching
falling down
into this hole

it took so long
for something to happen
and finally
I burrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrst

I ran away from home today!
I ran away from home today!
Trying to get away

Got down the hill and turned the corner
as my tears dried
realized I was at a dead end in more than one way
nothing left for me to do
but turn around
go back and be found

I’m so sick of living

come on
give me a suicide
give me your cyanide
cut me down
I will refuse to bleed

I’m falling out
out of space
watching as the time races on

My secrets out
I can not hold myself
no more

Winter has been closing in
Times are getting rocky
I’m trying to hold strong
But time is proving me wrong

I’m so sick of living

come on
give me a suicide
give me your cyanide
cut me down
I will refuse to bleed

come on
give me a suicide
give me your cyanide
cut me down
I will refuse to bleed

If you wanted me dead
All you have to do is ask



© Copyright 2005 Trajo (FictionPress ID:423930).


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