I hurt myself again

You can come tomorrow during visiting hours
 I love you, sweetie
 I love you
 I love you, too
 He's had a lot of Valium
 And he was always so happy
 He was our happy, little boy
 My God
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 He was our happy, little boy (yeah)
 I hurt myself again, I walk the line that's on my wrist
 The clock hits 5 a.m., why do we have these arguments?
 My dad thinks I'm a joke, but someday I'll convince him
 That I do it all for him, everything I ever did
 Goes unappreciated, if I was gone, don't think they'd care
 I'll take my life forsake it, the seams of love begin to tear
 And fuck my imagery, I think my shit is all cliché
 And fuck this industry, I'm gonna take it all the way
 Чтоб ты сгорела, не разговаривай со мной
 И это моё дело, не хочу знать, как, что с тобой
 И если ты поняла, тогда иди не возвращайся
 Иди не возвращайся, иди не возвращай
 I got depression like I got a mission to win
 Labels came knockin', ain't lettin' 'em in
 I got the sound that they want
 But they ain't got half of the shit that I got in the bin
 I go so hard that these metal, emo
 Pop punk lames be sayin' that I'm copyin'
 But to my face actin' like we friends
 I'm already bigger than they've ever been or they'll ever be
 Now they wanna talk ends with me, y'all my motherfuckin' enemies
 Where was you when I was in the streets gettin' jumped and beat
 I'ma make billions, playin' shows try to save spirits
 I'm a villain, but I hate the wicked
 I'm a god fightin' through sickness
 I want a universal tour
 Every show a million people
 That's a hundred million souls
 That's a hundred million equals
 That's a hundred million fists
 With a hundred million families
 A hundred million stories
 I just wanna make them happy
 Hurt myself again, I walk the line that's on my wrist
 The clock hits 5 a.m., why do we have these arguments?
 My dad thinks I'm a joke, but someday I'll convince him
 That I do it all for him, everything I ever did
 Goes unappreciated, if I was gone, don't think they'd care
 I'll take my life forsake it, the seams of love begin to tear
 And I'm not happy, no, I think it's time to let it go
 I feel it slip away, they'll find me face down on the floor-oh-oh
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 He was our happy, little boy