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Death's Request

This thing wants me Not alive but dead And thoughts keep running through my head Like I might die today, or today might be my last day If I die, everyone would be happier And some way This might be the only way To rid myself of this feeling, this presence That keeps whispering in my ear This thing that death requested Am I wrong? Is this what these thoughts are about Is this the only way out Death wants my soul Put my life on hold Because of something it saw Something it sees That possibly it wants from me When I say no to death, it grabs hold to me and insists And if it isn't real Then why do I have this razor to my wrist? Answer that. -Lyric-

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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