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It's Over
It’s over, I’m through
I can’t deal with this anymore
I feel I have lost
All worth fighting for
I have asked for your help
But you don’t have time
I guess I am being selfish
I know it will work out fine
I have my plan
It mustn’t fail
And through my death
My tale I’ll tell
There was a little girl
All beautiful and bright
She lost her self esteem
One frightful night
She gave into
Some evil man
And she completed
His evil plan
After that day
She decided to die
She was sick
Of living a lie
She had no one to talk to
No one to trust
She lost it all
To someone’s lust
She worked out the details
Of how she would die
She knew what to do
And now to say bye
She would take a bunch of pills
And slowly cut her arm
And if that doesn’t work
She will pick another way to harm
She could jump off high places
Or walk in front of a train
Or tie a rope around her neck
And jump and just hang
She could use a small hand gun
Or slice up her skin
But however she committed suicide
She was happy with this sin
Only in death
Was this girl truly glad
Even though she knew
Her friends would be sad
So this is the story
The story of life
I hope the story of my death
Doesn’t bring you strife
