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Lullaby
Hush little baby,
don't you cry,
this will be your last lullaby
as your blade cuts your wrist
because you couldn't resist
all the pain it resides
Poor little baby,
laying down as you die,
you just wanted someone to notice,
but you cut far too deep this time
and your blood paints the bed
while regrets litter your head
Rockabye baby,
it's far too late
who knew their words would determine your fate
you're cold and weeping
because you know it's the end
your mind's going into a downward spin
Hush little baby,
now go to sleep.
As the angels take your broken soul to keep
Do you ever get a little bit tired of life
Like you're not really happy but you don't wanna die
Like you're hanging by a thread but you gotta survive
'Cause you gotta survive