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I'M Giving Up
You reach for me, you try to grab my hand, But now I see, without you I can stand. How could you look into my eyes, and swear? Just more lies, do you even care? My heart began to crumble, always depression… You weren’t there to catch me when I would stumble, just more suppression. Why do I continue to cry, I constantly wipe away tears. Cant I just die, I can’t fight my fears. Another fire inside, it burns so bright. But I try to hide, always out of fright. I'm so tired of being here, I feel so dead. The pain starts to seer, throughout my head. You tell me to move on, not to wait. Now that you’re gone, all that I feel is hate. I’ve tried so hard, to hold onto my hope. Yet I've been scarred, when life doesn’t cope. Now I am left behind, because I waited for you. But you can’t seem to find, I can’t be found too. Some memories, that can’t erase. Everyone now sees, my true face. I dropped my mask, and sat alone. Why do you still ask, “don’t you want to talk on the phone?” I sit rubbing at another scar, watching the blood run free. I guess you were right by far, still I don’t see. My wounds so sore, now I’m torn. This rages my inner war, why was I born? You say you do regret, but you seem so God damn set.
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