A knife to my chest
Me leaving is best
I'm always getting things wrong
I don't see the point of going on
A gun to my head
I'm better off dead
I just seem to be getting in the way
I can't it right no matter what they say
I could down a load of tablets
It won't be long before someone forgets
Goodbye my friends
This is where it ends
Friday, 5 March 2010
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