It wasn't a mistake
Some say it was a mistake I made
I know what I did
I’ll lie in the bed I made
I wanted to set myself free
I was tired of living, no longer happy
I knew what I was grabbing
The bottle of pills
I knew what that I was feeling
Already numb and ill
I’ve been sick all along
Everything I was feeling was all wrong
An angel saved me then
But who’s going to save me when it happens again?
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