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Nobody ever gave me any appreciation
So I'm rolling out another violent creation
I'm going to leave this life
It'll make everything right
My despiteful sick vision
An evil selfish decision
Try and tell me I'm not sane
Relieve myself of all this pain

You don't know who I really am
Only I know what I stand for
If my poems are so depressing
Why do you come back for more?

How should I leave you behind?
I just can't make up my mind
Should I swallow a stick of dynamite?
Wait stop it man that isn't right
That's what the psychiatrist said
Well give me a guillotine to chop of my head
No that would be way too violent
I need to try something much more silent

You don't know who I really am
Only I know what I stand for
If my poems are so depressing
Why do you come back for more?

Maybe I just need some counseling
'Cause the whole world is falling down around me
God, I don't ask you for a lot
But help me now, I've fought and fought

You don't know who I really am
Only I know what I stand for
If my poems are so depressing
Why do you come back for more?

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