The forgotten
No tears will be shed No music will be played I will finally be dead This path you all made. Nobody will cry Not a single tear "He was a useless guy" That's all we will hear. They all come for food They'll all be happy My death, a delightful mood They've gotten rid of me. No hearts will be broken No tears will fall I'm already forgotten Not even a phone call. The hell with you I know why you stay Screw your God too Just pray your sins away.
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