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Will they mourn me as I rest

Will I be remembered for the inside of my chest

I tried lord I tried, but I never believed in you

Now I do, and I wish to see you

I need to talk, there is nothing left for me

No one wants me here and I feel so empty

Will anyone think of me when I'm gone

Which of them will miss me, which of them will mourn

I feel my life is a game, everyone else has fun

All I need to end it is a shiny silver gun

Press is against my head, end all this pain

Get away from everyone and everyday of rain

You chose to create this world and set me a task

I am too weak and this world travels too fast

I fall on my knees everytime I cry

And with that I was flying, wishing I would die

I am not scared to fight, but afriad to fight back

My broken heart aches, my soul stays black

Where do I go from here

I just wanna die

Give me a pair of wings

'Cause all I'll do is fly