Something's wrong inside
Everything's out of place.
I knew it all along, and
You can see it on my face.

I'm feeling torn.
I've got the passion to mourn.
I'm feeling like I've
Been stabbed by sharp thorns.

The depression sinks into me,
Saying it's never coming out.
I want to be free,
to scream and shout.

The pain's corrupting me...
Depresses me more and more each day...

Something's wrong inside.
I ball my hands into fists.
I knew it all along, and
now you can see it on my wrists.

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