A nurse takes me into room no.3
The radio is playing a happy song
If you really have to, then go ahead and slit my wrists
Let me see the pretty flowers and tell me that everything's alright
All the people dressed in white are smiling but I don't want to be one of them
If you really have to, go ahead and cut my stomach open
Take out all the hate and let me see the pretty cloud
Close the window, I don't wanna hear them screaming
And the radio is playing a happy song
If you really have to, go ahead and open up my skull
Cut out all the ugly thought and let me see the pretty butterflies
I want to be happy again













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