I hate my life I want to die,
Why must I live a life full of lies.
My heart is broken, my dreams are smashed,
I'll never get married people will think I am trash.
If I die now it will be the end,
I'll be sad to go and I'll never see my friends.
I know I'll go to a better place,
Were everybody lives in harmony and life is a pace.
I'll live a better life, I will have many more friends,
And I'll never think how it came to an end.
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