I will be dead in the morning
Rising at the night
Get killed again
Then filled with delight
Who i really am
Is no face to you
Who i really will be
Where the wind blew
All the infamous will really be alive
But where i lie, will be filled with sigh
No matter what i do i cant make up my mind
To die or to live inside my very own mind
Shall i sucide?
Or shall i lie
will i be happy
Living alive
No matter where i go
The death haunts me
Where ever the wind blows
Thats where i will be free
So my dicision is made up
But i am not sure whether to live or die from above...
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