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if life is so great then why is there pain,



if im ment to be here then why do i feel like im goin insane.



how could it happen to me,



when my life was bloomin like a tree,



i wish i would die jsut to be free



from the pain  of carving a name in me.



from left to right  up to down life is not  me i dont want to be around,



i jsut want to die and be apart of the ground.



so i stand arms part blowin in the wind,



casting my sould out to earth and let it mend.



just letting go and not care,



cant stand the lies cant stand the stares.



so i close my eyes as my soul rolls out like smoke from a fire to the dark sky,



floating above feelin high dont ever want to come down dont want to say good bye



but i have to go this life is not for me.