Hey, this bed you made
Lay in vain
Lost your mind
You'll never find
But you just complain,
So it'll never change
Breathing won't hurt at all
When the knife's in, turn it slow
The ground won't hurt to fall on
When you are this low
Whisper my name
Solitude and shame
Stand your grand
Always lost and found
But you just complain,
So it'll never change
Breathing won't hurt at all
When the knife's in, turn it slow
The ground won't hurt to fall on
When you are this low

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