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some how im the one to blame i guess i hurt myself for fame i said what you wanted to hear but only said out of fear but how can you sit there and juge me and tell me what i could be try to act like you know how i felt when i was whipped by the belt the cutting releases the stress tho it can be a mess so here i sit wishin my wrist were bleeding to stop the pain from the beating but just when everyone was about to give in and i was alone counting my sins you showed up into my life forced me to put down the knife something no one tried to do who know that id be you to show me the light scared at frist because its so bright now i have this second chance but now life is hared to balance i think of goin back to my old ways but whats the point anyways i have you to work for and theres nothing i want more