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Don't do this to me
I won't fucking take it
Don't you know I'm weak?
God, am I weak.
Don't pretend to care
Don't play with my heart
These childish games are getting old
The game of life is over, I fold
So much hate
Too much pain
One to many wrong turns
On the cold desolate road of life
Death is looking great
By the hands that I call my own
Nothing can stop me
My mind is made up
The time is now
