Do you wanna hold on crying
for the rest of your life?
Everyday seems to be the same
Quitting this life stops the dying
There is nothing left to win
After endless nightmares she lies weeping in her bed
A blade in her hand, her nightdress is turning red
Her skin becomes paler in this cold and stormy night
This is the end of all her painful dreams of suicide
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