Trying to save myself from all this pain I'm in,

Still can't see the end of all this pointless strife.

Thought I could save myself by cutting my own skin,

But I still can't see the morning to this endless night.

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You say my method's wrong,

Well, tell me; What is right? 

Can you save me from this sorrowful plight?

If I find you're lying I won't forgive this slight,



So tell me,

So tell me,

So tell me,

How to end my night.