My Teacher My Preacher
Hold on my dear,
Don't be afraid my friend.
I'll be okay as I fade away.
You don't have to worry,
You just carry on.
My teacher, my preacher.
It's innate, this feeling, this thing
It will soon be my time
I have no contol of this black hole
It will be worse day by day
growing ever bigger
And ever heavier and ever emptier
This evil, this pain
I'm evil, I'm pain
Sure, Ill be okay, tomorrow and today
Carry your life in your hands
flick away that chip on your shoulder
Who am to tell you what to do, I am not your glue
Feel free to speak the truth
Only after I'm gone
Allow me to play my game, I'm the one to blame.
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