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i just want to die

my world is black

all i do is cry

i think this world is a lie

why the hell do i even try



my eyes are red

my heart is made of stone

everywhere i see is death

i put him upon a throne

i feel like i'm all alone



i always think about death

the bittersweet rotts my teeth

i feel his wraith

he draws my name in blood on the street

all i do is think about sweet, sweet death