Death
Every breath you take, is a walk on a fine string You'll never know when it'll snap You never noticed, cause you're busy surviving But once it stops, then you realize the release from pain Death is always the pleasure thing I envy the dead, they saw how they are loved Myself and I plead that we have had enough Then again I looked through my eye and saw all that I love The dead got to wait til I'm done with my task
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