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Lying in agony's arms,

tucked into fate's bed,

in this constant pain,

I'd be better off dead.



Why bother fighting?

This war can't be won.

So I pray in ernest,

I won't rise with the sun.



I've had my chance,

and now it is past.

So please, end it here,

let tonight...be my last.