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Boys don't cry
01:43
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Boys don't cry
I live that old lie every
Day of my life
It's making me want to die
I don't cry
I stay awake every night
I rip and tear apart my insides
Ingesting different pesticides
Please don't cry
Now hold your head up high
I swear this isn't all goodbye
You'll see me in different life
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I don't love you
01:51
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That's not how it starts
I fucked it up
I've been thinking hard
About the way we're going with this
I've been waking up
Wishing I was finally in bliss
I think about you
How you molest me in dust and tears
And now that I am younger
I can see everything clear
And I don't love you
I just hate you again
I wish that we had never been
Something more
Yeah I don't love you anymore
You're so fucking stupid
I'm broken
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I hate the way I feel about you
I hate the way the way you do the things you do
I hate the way you make me feel when you're around
I hate the way you won't leave my town
I.... fuck
You make me want to rip out my eyes and ears
He is so nice though is all I seem to hear
You make me want to blow out my brains
To be free of you just wouldn't be the same, to what I'm used to
I hate the way I feel about you
I hate the way the things you make me do
I hate the way you make me feel when you're around
I hate the way you won't leave my fucking town
I hope you kill yourself sometime soon
I hope you kill yourself sometime soon
I hope you kill yourself sometime soon
I hope you kill yourself sometime soon
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It's all in my head
03:32
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You left me all alone
In a world where I'm told
That I'm not enough
"Stop acting tough
As you cut yourself into pieces"
I met a man last night, he slept in my bed
He came through the window in my head
From a place where I hate myself and everybody else
My mind is bruised
From this constant abuse
Of my mind
I hate your kind
Once again, once again
It's all in my head
It's all in my head
I met a man last night, he slept in my bed
He came through the window in my head
From a place where I hate myself and everybody else
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Mr. Kill Myself
02:48
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I don't talk to my friends anymore
I missed the boat and they just closed the door
In my face, I'm a disgrace and I don't know what to do or say
But I sit in my room crying every day
They call me Mr. kill myself
You stab me in the back and send me on straight to hell
They call me Mr. kill myself
While you stab me in the back and send me straight to hell
I walk up out my room, and I don't know what to do
Fresh made scars on my wrists and they're all cause of you
I know you're looking for something new
That you wanted something new
They call me Mr. kill myself
While you stab me in the back and send me straight to hell
They call me Mr. kill myself
While you stab me in the back and send me straight to hell
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6. |
Final goodbyes
07:05
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Two days after his passing, they finally searched his room thoroughly. Dust covered the mostly unkempt and dirty room. Through lost toys, condoms that were never used from his friend Jonathan, and random poetry books scattered across the nightstand, they looked. Finally they came across the note, it read like this:
"This is my message to everybody in my life, I might call you out specifically, I might not, but I just want my story to be heard. I have been planning this for about a year, a full album to finally wrap up my life. An album where once I released it I could finally kill myself. I am unhappy with this creation of mine. Others praise some of my songs claiming that they are enjoyable, but I just don't know if I believe them. I can't listen to like two of these tracks without wanting to stop it. I am unhappy but this had to come out at some time. I want to thank a lot of people in my life for trying their best to help me. My parents obviously, two of my siblings even though I didn't talk to one very much were always kind. I love my family for the most part. I want to thank some specific friends, Griffin, Aidan, Sean, Jonathan. I don't have much to say other than I love you guys. I don't want to get into this whole big fight after this as to why I didn't put you on here. These people especially and for the most part Sameer and Kole just brought a ton of happiness into my life. I feel like I could be somewhat open around you all. Thanks. I want to thank some music friends, specifically Brandon for just being really kind, I want to thank Leo for pushing me to finally release this album, it really helped. I am sorry I never listened to much of your music when you were With Love, Mom, but I really really fuck with this new stuff. I have been unhappy for quite some time, hopefully this does not come as a major shock to anybody, but I think that this will be my final goodbye. Thanks for listening"
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