I don't want it to be, but I cannot stop thinking
I'm crying inside and it seems I am cracking.
No way, no way...
it's far to soon.
To never see the sun,
and never feel the moon.
Yet my fighting spirit is gone,
My energy spent
In a way it will be blissful
To escape from this torment.
I don't want it to be, but I cannot stop thinking
It's over now, this time I'm dying.
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