The Knife Is My Door
One cut, one slice.
I roll the dice.
"What is it today? Live or die?"
My life is just one screwed up lie.
I don't matter.
My life is a waste.
And I'll do anything to get out of this
place.
Life is a prison.
We're our own warden.
Escape or stay?
Who's to say?
I really don't know anymore...
I don't care anymore...
I need to escape.
The knife is my door.
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