I'm back to feeling empty inside
I'm down and depressed
I can't stand each day
I'm so frustrated
I've had enough of trying to get by
Thoughts of suicide come crawling back into my mind
I already feel dead and dry inside
I am hollow
Only the blood pumping in my veins are living
My soul is dead
I die more and more as each day passes
Rotting away
In this place where they call the land of the living
what is there to live for?
I'm down and depressed
I can't stand each day
I'm so frustrated
I've had enough of trying to get by
Thoughts of suicide come crawling back into my mind
I already feel dead and dry inside
I am hollow
Only the blood pumping in my veins are living
My soul is dead
I die more and more as each day passes
Rotting away
In this place where they call the land of the living
what is there to live for?
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