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Twenty something but I feel like fifty,
Guys don't want me, so I self-slaughter.
Drugs are my lover, smoke my life giver,
All that's left now is memories of being slaughtered.
Ruins on Saturday nights, sunburning red
Got a death wish, lost my soul,
Cocaine is fun but fuck I'm fed up,
Living like this, it's no longer fun,
Please stop looking at me, it's painful you see,
I just want to be left alone, with cigs in my hand.
Cuz every word they say makes my skin crawl,
And all I want is for them to understand,
That cuts bring solace, if only for a day,
I am already gone, down this dusty path,
Guys think I'm a freak, so I took to tweeting,
To try and get attention that isn't meant for freaking.