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apple in decay
Can't stop the bleeding, no chance of healing, wasting away. Can't fight this feeling, not a good enough reason, don't want to stay. Can't stop thinking about leaving this world today.
Can't sleep, too sick to eat. Aflicted, feeling weak.
Guess it's safe to say, an apple in decay. If the fruit rust on the vine, don't pray for rain. Can't stop thinking about leaving this world today.
It's the burden, everything's so uncertain, always the same. Been hurtin , time to drawl the curtain, on this disgrace. Can't stop thinking about leaving this world today.
Can't sleep, too sick to eat. Aflicted, feeling weak.
Guess it's safe to say, an apple in decay. If the fruit rust on the vine, don't pray for rain. Can't stop thinking about leaving this world today.
It's the burden, everything's so uncertain, always the same. Been hurtin , time to drawl the curtain, on this disgrace. Can't stop thinking about leaving this world today.
Published 17th Feb 2014
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