my mind as nothing left so evan death seems right
forget this world and everything in it iam leaveing tonight
so ill take the pills untill i fall and lose my sight
so ill make myself ill and i wont keep on with this fight
they say to be strong and lifes troubles will be allright
they say i can make it i just have to carry on and fight
well i cant seem to make it or keep on carrying this weight
so iam glad iam dead all of this just seems so right
so if this dosent kill me ill get this knife and slice all night
ill mess with my thort untill my chest is to tight
if i cant breath no more it means my tears cant fall
so i say this to anyone of you who hate me
.....iam sorry you win after all
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