Suicide Game
They call me names
and play their games
But they can't feel my pain
Of the razor I use to make my life a little smaller
They say that I'm worthless
That I'm just another name
In their suicide game
I'm not the first
And I won't be the last
To cry at night
And pretend that I'm alright
I cut my wrists
using that small blade
And I think I'm loosing
their suicide game
One more round and
I'm down for the count
I can see the end
Just around the bend
So I played
And I played well
But it was all in vain
Because I lost their suicide game
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