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Every since I was a kid, I've been hearing this saying Over and over and over it makes me want to blow my brains in I can't stand hearing it again, it always makes me wonder Who the hell it was that said that 'It will get better' Fuck you fuck you Je comprends pas cette phrase Je ne trouver pas dans tout les dictionere pages Pourquoi tu cries, c'est pas tellement grave But no one else but me knows that it's always been that bad Who the fuck are you to tell me what I feel? If I wanted to hear bull id ask my auntie to a meal All my emotions I lock inside me with a seal That gets broken when I self harm afterwards then conceals. All these scars are scattered all across my single body tracing them with my finger, sorry sorry sorry sorry pourquoi as-tu fait ça à ton belle corps? Shut the hell up telling me its wrong's you dont deserve