Each night I pray to you; just let me die.
But I wake up and wonder why?
Do you not hear me; do you ignore my cry?
Am I that much trouble to live in such vaine?
Or am I destined to suffer and live in pain?
What did I do for you to turn a deaf ear.
You promised to listen and always be near.
You turning away is my worst fear.
I look in the mirror and hate what I see.
Do you know the heartache of being me?
Some would be happy if my life was through.
That can only happen by the hand of you.
Do them this favor; take me away.
The day they want me; in the ground I will lay.
When they realize they made a mistake,
To late will they be; my last breathe I take.
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