Death
I think about my death, tears drip on the desk.
I think of ways to die, and other ways to try.
No matter what I do, I’m still in love with you.
You cant make me leave, you cant make me try.
But someday I'll find my way to say goodbye.
You know how I was, and you know how I am.
But I'll never admit about that day in the sand.
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