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So many times I've wanted to die,
Instead i just sat and cried.
Now is one of those times,
I feel that living is a crime.
I feel like i am alone,
Cold and all on my own.
This time no one will show up in time,
They can't bring back the life of mine.
Now it's too late, I've gone,
Sorry - somewhere i went wrong.
I got swallowed up by my fears,
So i wallowed in my tears.
Is it alright with you if i slowly die?
Or is it better if i just sit and cry?
This hurts too much now, i wanna be free,
I know longer want to be.
I'll just sit in the corner and plot my suicide,
Because really I'm already dead inside.