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I live this life erratically

I speak my words rhythmatically

I've been beaten spitefully

And I've lost control to easily.



Within my mind, I'm forever lost

Lost within these beautiful thoughts

The thoughts of collapsing faithlessly

Letting go of all the pain and rage.



Will anybody care if I die alone?

Or will my body decay in the ground cold?

Will there be a hand reaching out to me?

Or will I be burning in flames internally?



Can you hear me? I'm still waiting;

For a cure; a cure for this acheing.

I suppose I was meant to be this cold;

I suppose I was meant to die alone.