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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.