Crywank
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I get thrown out of bedto the statement that i stink.A reliable sentament.A testament to the way I think.I don't wanna leave the house.I don't wanna make new friends.I don't have ambition,just a means to an end.I don't want you to critisize me,I already hate myself.There is nothing more that I can lose,other than my health.I don't wanna make moneyand I'm failing my degree.I don't wanna fix myselfbut I question why I'm unhappyCan't you see I'm terrorfied.I havn't got a clue what I'm doing with my life.I want to be something good, I want to do something right,but how can I live when I can barely survive?Everything's a blur since you left me.
From Letras Mania