Lyrics:
i came out of the bathroom.
blood is running on my arms.
my legs are weak, and brain does not work.
last chance to think about my life has been... been lost.
my arms look like wood sticks, my body is a tree, but it has no meaning of life. like rings in tree, my last and lost thought reflects in my bloody mirror, which i stained. i can't move. i'm dying.
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