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by amanda Apr 10, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about death
I die to kill I kill to die I have a will A will to try I sit alone staring at the sky My life is known I never ask why I hide in the shadows I seek the world I watch the gallows my thoughts are hurled alone, the pass, the pass of life i strive for blood blood on the knife the knife driven, driven into the mudlet the body lay staring me in the face why did i want it this way? my life was all a waste now i live to die and i die to live i never ask why i have nothing to give I'm now alone I'm lying on my bed I'll never moan now that I'm dead