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I've been contemplating suicide. But it really doesn't suit my style.
So i think i'll just act bored instead.
Who can take the blood i would've shed?
She makes me feel so ugly. My heart is really on it's knees.
But i keep a poker face so well. That even mother couldn't tell.
But my baby's so vain.
She is almost a mirror.
And the sound of her name.
Sends a permanent shiver down my
Spine.
I keep her photograph against my heart.
For in my life she plays a starring part.
All alcohol and cigarettes.
There is no room for cheap regrets.