All Good Boys Die Young
I'm mad at you because the things you like to tell
I'm mad at you because you made my life a hell
I'm mad at you because you always think I fail
Slitting with a razor
Down the blue veins
On my wrist
I hate you because you think you are the best
I hate you because you caused all of my stress
I hate you because you make me feel depressed
Slitting with a razor
Down the blue veins
On my wrist
When I am alone I can let you steal my friends
When I am alone I can let my scars mend
When I am alone I can think about the end
Slitting with a razor
Down the blue veins
On my wrist
Slitting with a razor
Down the blue veins
On my wrist
No
No
No
No
No
No
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No
Writer/s: King Virtue
