Hold my breath and count to ten
Hope they never ask again
Hold my breath and count to nine
I say everything is fine
Hold my breath and count to eight
Tell them everything is great
Hold my breath, go up to seven
I shouldn't be forgiven
Hold my breath and count to six
They can't tell my arms are sticks
Hold my breath and count to five
Reach in my backpack for a knife
Hold my breath and count to four
Crying alone on the floor
Hold my breath and count to three
This is far too much for me
Hold my breath and count to two
My story focused on you
Hold my breath and count to one
Prey my stories almost done.
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