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Dead on the inside waiting on someone to catch me when
I fall. But instead they watch me as I fall shit fuck them.
Mentally easy manipulated consumed with death.
Melody condemned to die being pushed to the dark side.
Being lured with beautiful women, and the thought of happiness.
But I can’t see beyond ten feet but I’m to afraid to pull the plug.
So condemned to rot in depression, living secluded and boxed
In my evil, sinful thoughts. God please hurry I need your help
I’m ready to fade I’m living on borrowed time I’m dying. A
Gruesome death and I’m slowly losing my mind I can’t even
Control my own dreams oh god I’m ready to burn out. All I feel
Is pain don’t let me die a painful death god I hate you. Where have
You been my whole life burn me, burn me, burn me I’m ready to die

By.nobonumb