This pain of longing and never having,
a torment that is never ending,
when thoughts of suicide and hanging,
start to play inside my head...
You'll never be there when I fall,
you never pick up when I call,
but still you're there, standing tall,
and I'd rather not feel anything at all...
Cause I always thought that you'll be there,
until I realized you don't care,
If this feeling isn't something we share,
I'd rather be left alone...
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