Here i am right in front of you,
Cant you see me,
Am i here at all,
or am i missing,
why do you sit and cry,
and keep repeating whyd you have to die,
when im right in front of you,
am i loosing my mind,
i dream of a day,
a nightmare really,
the death of me,
something thought make believe,
yet somehow true, the blood proof of it all, '
goodbye everyone as they say goodbye to me
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