Here I am again in my room, in the dark, wishing that things will be okay 
but I shouldn’t wish, I shouldn’t start, for wishing only wounds the heart 
I threw away my cards and cut the strings of my guitar, 
I’ve cut my hair and not my wrist,

I’ve changed my look and changed my ways

and yet I still feel pain 

and still not much to gain 

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