I'm hurting inside
I cut deep without pride
For I don't care anymore
Death is creeping down my core
There's one last thing I must do
I will shoot myself for you
Without any interruptions
And so my heart is done corrupting
I'll say my last goodbye
And join the chorus in the sky
Or maybe I'll go down
Where I'll live the rest of my days with a frown
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