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Blooded razors, empty bottles
Kill the pain, drown the sorrows
Hide the scars, throw the glass
Another lie, another scar.

We try so hard just to make it right
It never happens though; it’s always a fight.
More cuts, more tears
More mess, for fears.

I did it for us, you might not care
I couldn’t take it anymore.
Because of you, I ended the pain
Are you happy now?