Escape Reality

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Let me escape from reality, 

And cut everything out of my life. 

Cut out the world, 

Cut out my thoughts. 

Every slap, bruise or kick, 

Adds another cut to my wrist. 

All day, 

Blood pours. 

Let me escape from reality, 

And cut everything of my life. 

Nobody cares, 

Nobody will care when I die. 

Let the razor blade, 

Release the stress. 

For my broken soul, 

Needs to finally be put to rest. 

Maybe I'll show them, 

What they have done to me. 

I'll end it all, 

Maybe they'll show some regret. 

It's not so fun, 

When the person dies.

Maybe you'll show a better emotion, 

When I look into your eyes? 

Just let me escape reality, 

And cut one more time. 

My razor blade will be my companian, 

We've been through it all. 

From now to never, 

It's been here all along. 

He's only a partial reason, 

For my death, overall. 

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