Afraid
I can no longer hide away,
from my tears nor runaway.
Soon people will notice my smiles,
are fake and my laugh is weak.
Soon they will start asking what's wrong.
But I won't reply.
They already started to notice the scars on my wrist,
it won't be long til they find my dead.
Go ahead and try and stop me,
but every step you'll take the gun gets closer to my head.
Touch me, and i'll pull the trigger.
Wrong move. I think you know what happens next.
from my tears nor runaway.
Soon people will notice my smiles,
are fake and my laugh is weak.
Soon they will start asking what's wrong.
But I won't reply.
They already started to notice the scars on my wrist,
it won't be long til they find my dead.
Go ahead and try and stop me,
but every step you'll take the gun gets closer to my head.
Touch me, and i'll pull the trigger.
Wrong move. I think you know what happens next.
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