Sometimes thinking of suicide
The thought that sharpens my mind
Deep down in manic depression
I only hear my own criesThese thoughts are so twisted I can hardly
Look out from the edge of my world
Those feelings of losing every sense of touch
I tried to reach with my handsSometimes thinking of suicide
The thought that sharpens my mind
Sometimes life feels much cheaper
So cold, dull and greyThese thoughts are so twisted I can hardly
Look out from the edge of my world
Those feelings of losing every sense of touch
I tried to reach with my hands
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