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poor thing you are
contemplating suicide
you dislike bing alive
if we found out you died
guilt and sarrow
is what we'd feel
for pitiful you

you'd cut your own wrist
but you wouldn't give me a kiss
or be the friend
that i wanted you to be

poor thing you are
attempted suicide

nasty cut on a beautiful wrist
cold steel across warm flesh
you shouldn't decide
just how soon
to end your life

poor thing we are
when we haven't got a friend
everybody dislikes you alive
if the found out you died
you'd gain noteriety
over night

pitiful you
poor thing

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