Thinking it's all so great
Then you colide with fate
She says they must come with me
And So the others will be
In the world without you
Knowing not what to do
I begin to slowly pick
The knifes so nicely stick
To death as my loved group
Blood, tears they form soup
A soup of pain and sorrow
A knife to end tomorrow
They left me one by one
I've had enough it is done
I'll finish my pain here
None of that thing, fear
Now with the others gone
My eternal sleep will dawn
To end my days of tears
Leaving with no regret or fears
Will he weep for my absence?
No for I am slowly evanescence


 
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