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Death
Let me count my silver tears, running down my face
Let me die painfully, let me die with grace
How many beats must a heart make to say it lived a life
How many times must I beg for death's black sythe
I'm prepared to leave this world, give up on humanity
But it won't earse the pain, or let me stop reality
All I want is to curl up and die
Finally have no tears to cry
Why won't you come and hunt me down
Why won't my death come around
Don't you see my open arms, Death
Help me draw a final breath
End it all for me
For once, let me be happy
Let me die painfully, let me die with grace
How many beats must a heart make to say it lived a life
How many times must I beg for death's black sythe
I'm prepared to leave this world, give up on humanity
But it won't earse the pain, or let me stop reality
All I want is to curl up and die
Finally have no tears to cry
Why won't you come and hunt me down
Why won't my death come around
Don't you see my open arms, Death
Help me draw a final breath
End it all for me
For once, let me be happy
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