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Suicide, why does that come to mind?
A couple stressed teens trying to live out our lives
But we can't, we're distracted by our minds
Confidence level just continues to decline
We are looking for a solution
But there's not one that we can find
So we think the best solution is to blow out our fucking mind
A freak, a geek, you're weak
You bum, you're dumb, I'm numb
You suck, some just call it bad luck
A mess, full of stress, no family no friends
No one to turn to in the end
No one is caught and No one is seen
Being so mean, to this depressed teen
But you don't believe us
Continue to cus
Because that won't make it worse
Because those words don't hurt
Depression is like a curse
It follows you, the pain you caused yourself
Is the only thing that feels so true
Only if they knew, that you were so blue
Only if they knew, that you were so blue
A freak, a geek, you're weak
You bum, you're dumb, I'm numb
You suck, some just call it bad luck
A mess, full of stress, no family no friends
No one to turn to in the end
No one is caught and No one is seen
Being so mean, to this depressed teen
Beautiful and perfect
Don't let the blade connect
Don't let the depression affect
You my love, my friend
I know of all the things that you have been through
And I know happiness just seems so far
But you and I will never be torn apart
WRITERS
Miles Miller
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Capitol CMG Publishing
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Top Emotion
Sadness
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Theme
Sexual
