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There's a hole in my heart,
and it's broken on the floor.
With a blade in my hand
I push it to my core.
And the blood rushes down
until there is no more.

Before I hit the ground,
watching all go red,
my hatred, pain, and hurt
all start leaking out my head.
And in these few moments,
I start to wish that I were dead.

For all this anguish
rising in my soul,
I start to cut
and try to pay this toll.
Bleeding, broken, dying,
I can reach my goal.

Now with my face on the floor,
and my heart completely lost.
The pain ebbs away,
and my eyes become frost.
Dead in every way,
I have paid the cost.