Let It Be This Way

My parents hear my cries
But have no idea
I see through he lies
That I know

I’ve made up my mind
I want to be gone
I'm letting it unwind
What I'm doing, is it wrong?

I find the knife
Sharp and cool
This could end my life
I'm not obeying any rule

I lock myself up
Hoping no one will find me
Being quiet
This is the way I want to be
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Published: 3/8/2009
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