i dont know where to turn
i have no where to go
none of them care...
they're all no shows.
but when i'm dying
they'll all come to see
what they didn't help,
what i've come to be.
i'll do it on my own
its never gonna change
no matter who says what
i won't listent to the fakes.
there's a few here and there
who'll listen to my thoughts
they've all still dissapointed me
they weren't here when i fought.
fought for my life
i almost let go today
but i held for a few
i dropped the blade and flew away.
next time i won't
it'll be out of my hands
i'm sorry everyone...
but its always been my plan.
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