Suicide Victim

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Walking late at night
Torch in a hand
Dead forest of those who don't seem to understand
Suicide isn't a joke, so stop pretending it is
I hate you, so why can't you see?

I stabbed myself tonight
The holes in my chest count to thirty five
I stabbed myself tonight
I can't look you in your eyes
Don't cry
Don't cry
Don't try
to tell me it's alright
I'm just a worthless victim of suicide

My eyes aren't alive
I've never felt like a part of mankind
Homesick from my heart
Homesick from my soul
Mankind was only an option
So why the fuck did I let go?

I stabbed myself tonight
The holes in my chest count to thirty five
I stabbed myself tonight
I can't look you in your eyes
Don't cry
Don't cry
Don't try
to tell me it's alright
I'm just a worthless victim of suicide

I'd call you up in the forest of death
With my head dangling from the dead
dead thoughts and snapped bones
Fucking snap my head, kill myself
kill my thoughts, kill everything.

I stabbed myself tonight
The holes in my chest count to thirty five
I stabbed myself tonight
I can't look you in your eyes
Don't cry
Don't cry
Don't try
to tell me it's alright
I'm just a worthless victim of suicide

I stabbed myself tonight
The holes in my chest count to thirty five
I stabbed myself tonight
I can't look you in your eyes
Don't cry
Don't cry
Don't try
to tell me it's alright
I'm just a worthless victim of suicide

What the fuck is this feeling?
A need for longing?
I just want a home,
You know you took that from me
I'm just a worthless victim of sui-

I stabbed myself tonight
The holes in my chest count to thirty five
I stabbed myself tonight
I can't look you in your eyes
Don't cry
Don't cry
Don't try
to tell me it's alright
I'm just a worthless victim of suicide

I stabbed myself tonight
The holes in my chest count to thirty five
I stabbed myself tonight
I can't look you in your eyes
Don't cry
Don't cry
Don't try
to tell me it's alright
I'm just a worthless victim of suicide

Walking late at night
Torch in a hand
Rope around
the neck of a Satanic mind.

Watch me plummet from a tree
My eyes can no longer see,
the way you decide to leave.


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