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Yesterday I reached my end. |
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Now I'm watching you leave me. |
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And today I feel sick. |
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I hear voices now. |
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This girl is killing. |
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Her face was pale. |
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She couldn't even shed a single tear |
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over my lifeless body. |
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She doesn't realize because she never loved me. |
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Today I hate myself. |
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Look at what I've done to you. |
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See what you've done to me. |
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You sent me straight to hell. |
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Now is this confession pointless? |
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Was my love entirely useless? |
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Shell never know because I'm face down in the ground. |
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Undergound. |
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Face down underground. |
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Tonight I killed myself. |
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They said a prayer standing over my body. |
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Rusty casket, empty funeral. |
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Is this confession pointless? |
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Was her love completely truth-less? |
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She doesn't care even now that I'm gone. |
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That night you left. |
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That night I died. |
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The air was cold, fit for a brilliant suicide. |
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The night was still. |
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The night you left was the night I died |
