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My goodbye note.
I want to start off by saying, I've tried to stay strong for too long
but my wings gave up on me and I couldn't stop myself from falling.
This life was too scary for me, the devil himself offered an easy way out and I took it, greedily.
To my brother, I'm selfish for leaving you so soon but I have to leave.
If I don't make it to the golden gates, remember that I've already seen heaven
Our memories, smiles, laughs, cries, and late night lullabies was enough of heaven for me.
Tell my close friends I'll always be here, just keep me alive in their memories and I promise I'll stay. Tell them I said thank you for seeing me when no one else did.
Tell my ex lover (he knows who he is), that I'm sorry my body wasn't pure enough, my face wasn't pretty enough for him to hold my hands and gently kiss my lips goodbye.
If the doctors ever cut me up and ask why my heart is so blue, He is the reason.
Tell mother that I'm sorry I wasn't good enough, I'm sorry that I would rather run free than stay trapped in a kitchen, never knowing what true love is.
If the doctors ever cut me up and ask why my soul is so black, tell them that she always had the paintbrush.
Tell God himself that I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough, please have mercy on my soul.
but my wings gave up on me and I couldn't stop myself from falling.
This life was too scary for me, the devil himself offered an easy way out and I took it, greedily.
To my brother, I'm selfish for leaving you so soon but I have to leave.
If I don't make it to the golden gates, remember that I've already seen heaven
Our memories, smiles, laughs, cries, and late night lullabies was enough of heaven for me.
Tell my close friends I'll always be here, just keep me alive in their memories and I promise I'll stay. Tell them I said thank you for seeing me when no one else did.
Tell my ex lover (he knows who he is), that I'm sorry my body wasn't pure enough, my face wasn't pretty enough for him to hold my hands and gently kiss my lips goodbye.
If the doctors ever cut me up and ask why my heart is so blue, He is the reason.
Tell mother that I'm sorry I wasn't good enough, I'm sorry that I would rather run free than stay trapped in a kitchen, never knowing what true love is.
If the doctors ever cut me up and ask why my soul is so black, tell them that she always had the paintbrush.
Tell God himself that I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough, please have mercy on my soul.
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