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Suicide
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Feelings Inside... Sometimes I wish
that for just one day
I could turn my back
and they'd all fade away
I doubt things will change
very much when I'm gone
the radio station
won't be playin' my song.
My things will gain dust.
My flesh will be cold.
My rings will grow rust.
My soul has been sold.
The ocean will gather
My ashes, all burnt
And this paper I bare
will no longer matter
Although everything will be the same
STILL no one will know my name
