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Music is what keeps me proud, I don't care if I play it too loud
The music that explain life, and how to get through the strife
When life I gets crazy
I put on my music, close my eyes and everything gets hazy
When the music stops I go back
To hating life and wearing black
When I cut my wrists, I feel some kind of bliss
When I bleed, it is like something I need
I know I hurt those around me, but they don't see
That I don't want sympathy, because this is me
My heart is as black as night
I hate it when I wake and see the morning light
There are days were I am so deep
I don't want to wake when I sleep
Everything that has happened has made it worse
Will I ever get past this curse?
Or will it only end when I am in that long black Hurse?