Bathroom floor
In the bathroom on the floor Sitting there with tears rolling down my face No one ever new and no one ever will people always say life's so great but why and how ya sure maybe for some people but why can't it be nice for me And sometimes it will be good but when it's not there I am back on the floor tears rolling down my face while blood is dripping down my arms and then it's nice again until it's not...
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