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Nobody knows the things I've done.
Nobody cares.
Nobody knows the places I've been.
Nobody has been there.
Nobody knows the thing's I've seen.
Nobody's eyes are open.
Nobody knows what I do.
Nobody wants to know.
And for the people who do know,
They're too scared to tell.
Everyone's scared of what I do,
Because of the effects.
Nobody understands my reasons why.
My reasons are
I hate to live, and I'm scared to die.
People try to convince me death is not the way,
But sometimes I fell I can't live another day.
I live in the past and in the future.
Never in between.
I tried it once, and everyone died.
I guess it's not the right thing.
Nobody knows why I do the things the way I do.
No one has the guts to ask.
I've tried to tell a few why,
But they turned their backs.
No matter what I do, no matter what I say,
They always walk away.
I can be trusted, but I can't trust anyone.
I tried it once and got stabbed.
My wounds will never heal, as soon as they start,
Someone tears my flesh again.
They tear it deep. They tear it wide,
But it always hurts more inside.
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