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I just had to find my self struggling for a living
Suffocating though I'm still breathing
My throat is lacking air
My life rots in despair
A knife on an armchair
My hand is about to accept the dare
I would say I care
Me putting on a smile is somewhat rare
A farewell always snooze in my sleep
I look down to my grave in my nightmare
I don't want to be buried
Yeah, you worried
My soul will live in ecstasy when my body is burnt to ashes
I named him after my birthday
On my deathday
My soul will run free
I wish to reborn, clear my mistakes
Make things right
Before my other afterlife flight.