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mass murdering

dont cry
ur only made of plastic
ive tried
2 be more than a hasbeen
u walked
somewhere far from home
with ur own two feet
nd now yr all alone
you were the wind inbetween my stretch
oh id cry how i lost my breath
every second i have left
ill spend clawing at my chest

third take
rip my eardrums out
ive been tryin to sleep
but the voices are loud
every day i shall weep
till my eyes are a drought
every minute ive lived, is a moment in doubt, i swear

i didnt ask to be this way

i must be a carcass since nobody treats me like a human
i dont remember who i am so it gets confusin
everybody around is just too fucking stupid
bash my head in a wall and maybe then ill be normal
watching you sleep, but i guess thats informal
we couldve danced, everyday is so difficult
caught up in a pickle, ill conform to a ritual
i hate everybody and thats become habitual

bash my head in a fucking wall maybe then ill be normal

hello! i did something today
now im writing up a poem at ur dismay
prioritize the thought of running away
cause when ur with me things are never okay
i cant recount
i cant recall
so many thoughts that ive lost em all
but like everyone does, but i wish i was one
of the thoughts that u just cant ever think up
forget my name
forget my identity
youll never know anything
you wont make that bed for me
and i wont ever lie to rest because i cant ever sleep
did u lock me away like i was just a missing dream

you forget a million things a day, please let me be one of them

they really outta of put me down
you'll hear them angels singing, dear
"oh mary, save me from this man!"
"and take me home to your gentle land,"
but i have a gun; its my only friend
it'll help when the buzzin gets to talkin again
we'll be stuck on this same ol god damn fence
but the grass ain't green on the side i'm in

and i swear that i dont have a gun , no i dont have a gun

these drugs kill me but ill take some more
theres nothing in my life worth looking for
cut myself inside my dreams i think i got to the core
i pass out every weekend and im uping the score

this life is a whore?
this life is a whore!

something inside of me just never clicked with these people
i dont like to speak when they all see me as a weirdo
stop the fog inside of my head, it never disappeared
i got a bad memory, carve notes (all) over my torso

ending this life :D with a great smile on my face

Jaydes - before rehab

You dont need no makeup you’re better either way
I’ll starve myself until you notice a change
Wrap me up in your hands like ur pretty face
Then cover me from my appendix to my waist

ending this life :D with a great smile on my face

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