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My sorrow grows

it fills my head

I once again

Wish I was dead

In death

There is no pain

You see?

And so I welcome it

Happily

A bullet

A sword

A car or a truck

It makes no difference

I really don't give a f**k

Just end my life

And stop my pain

it's getting to be more

Than I can take

Nothing is right

It's like no one is there

And if I was gone

Would anyone care?

I'm trapped in this

Miserable excuse of a life

And with this gun

I can end my strife

As the bullet pierces my skull

And swims through my brain

It's lights out for me

And goodbye to pain



Join me if you want

That would be swell

And we can both wind up

In the bowels of Hell...