I'll smoke a ciggerette to lighting up
But everything's still bad
I think about how I used to be
And of all the fun I had
I look at the scars on my arms and legs
I chuckle to myself
"Being me, Inside my head-
It's a hazard to my health"
I lay around and think of me
And then I start to cry
If everything's so perfect now
Why do I want to die?

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