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by Poppy Oct 25, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Every time I die, I don’t really cry, I’m just numb to the end, My heart won’t mend. Every time I die, I relive that lie, That life’s just swell, But I just dwell. Every time I die, I don’t say good-bye, I just leave like I come, With a silent hum. Every time I die, I try to deny, That I had a life, Because it was full of strife. Every time I die, Every time I leave my body, Every time I leave this world, Every time I die. I leave behind the pain, The suffering and the heartache, That comes with life in this world, I leave but sadly I come back.