Good ridance to love, Good Ridance to pain
I'll be numb as soon as the bullet has entered my brain.
Good ridance to laughter, good ridance to hate
As soon as I'm dead everyone will feel great
Like a bad math equation, like a bad dream
I'll be to scared to move and to scared to scream
I'll do it in winter, in a park with snow
Not a day later I'll be 6 feet below
thoughs of confusion of unbariable pain
It'll be over as the bullet soon hits my brain.
 
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