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please kill me beacuse i don't want to live

i'm tired of living this life, its worse then death

its like taking a teacher's pop quiz

u didn't even study, not even time to take a breath

when all of a sudden, there it is, life hits u in the face

thats when ur born, ur not ready to live yet

you have no choise in this fucked up place

ur not ready to be in this world of bets

its better to not live life at all

all its about is this thing called death

soonder or later u'll have death, its when u fall

its that fall in life, its as easy as taking a breath

so why do i hesitatewith this piece of glass

its ready to slice this neck of mine and take it all

but i guess i shouldn't do this in class

maybe i should wait till i get home, now lets have a ball

well its time to go home, now wheres the glass?

i'm about to hit that fall in life, no more breath

all this living shall be in my past

wait whos that!? oh, hello death