Emo Brake Down
If you call one day and don't have an anweser don't look for me ill be dead.
you problay wouldn't even notice your to busy with the girl you love ...
you find happiness in my pitty and joyfulness in my pain so whats the
point of trying when i keep on falling i get back up and get knocked back down
and most people ask why i don't frown i do on the inside now on the out i just
wont yell or shout...i see you don't care you try to pretend stop acting its not
atracting my attion you fuse and i fight my heart will not strike do i dare not see
why i live so whats the point of being me...i see no reason to fear death because
its all i dream i ask this last and final question why do i dare live when i have no
purpose no way of living no way of knowing only showing how stupid i am to ever
live is life to me just a game but when i die i do not cry and do not care try to see
this side of me its thicker then you think
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