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Tell me what you're thinking
I'm not as suicidal as you think
Don't be scared to hate me
I won't strangle myself
Chances are I will feel better
Knowing for sure how much I'm hated
But I'm sorry I'm in love with you
Guess I'll have to detox myself
Goodbye, goodbye, stay away
You're picking the scabs that are trying to heal
I'm out of my tourniquets
I don't want to bleed to death