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This is my little note, a register of words I never spoke,
This is the day you’ll find me dead, and regret the things you never said,
This is the time you’ll finally cry, but know you’ll never know quite why,
This is the wound from where I bled; this is the wound that leaves me dead,
Self inflicted…as if you didn’t know…

This is the day that I gave up hope, knowing that I’ll never cope,
This is the time I realized, that you took from me all that was mine,
This is the wound of which I’m proud, cause now I know you’re not winning now,
Not like before…you always did…

This is my little note to say, that I didn’t die today,
You can’t die twice…

Description
This is my little note, a register of words I never spoke,
This is the day you’ll find me dead, and regret the things you never said,
This is the time you’ll finally cry, but know you’ll never know quite why,
This is the wound from where I bled; this is the wound that leaves me dead,
Self inflicted…as if you didn’t know…

This is the day that I gave up hope, knowing that I’ll never cope,
This is the time I realized, that you took from me all that was mine,
This is the wound of which I’m proud, cause now I know you’re not winning now,
Not like before…you always did…

This is my little note to say, that I didn’t die today,
You can’t die twice…