Cross my heart hope to die.

Cut my wrist and say goodbye.

Hang myself from a thread.

Put the gun to my head.

Down some pills,

That make me ill.

Lose my sanity.

Find my clarity.

There is nothing to gain.

All there is left is pain.

Have one note l

ryleigh___

Cross my heart hope to die. Cut my wrist and say goodbye. Hang myself from a thread. Put the gun to my head. Down some pills, That make me ill. Lose my sanity. Find my clarity. There is nothing to gain. All there is left is pain. Have one note l


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