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What does he think of me,
When will my tortur end?
What will I do without her,
Why is my best friend walking out?
How long will I be alone?
How long will I wait?
My screwed up personality
Has driven them away.
I go from bud to bitch in 2.5,
I'm fucking up my life,
I'm leaving them behind.

I've changed now, I've gotten older.
I've learned to control my emotions,
Or at least I can hide them.
Keeping it all bottled up,
For the sake of my friends, 
I'm just as fucked up as I was.
No one seems to want to listen,
No one really wants to care.
Are they all really that selfish these days?
I'm not cutting myself, 
I'm not making it obvious,
"It's hard to see that pain behind the mask"
It could never be truer.
I still feel alone, though I've got her by my side,
I don't see anything there, I don't feel anything.
I'm as fucked up as possible, 
So why do they long to be me?
And I ask myself again,
When will my torture end???
Posted: 2005-10-14 03:01:01 UTC

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