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You Wish You Were Dead
You wish you were dead,
So you point the gun at your head,
Bullet to the brain,
You know you're not sane,
But you're being denied the help you need,
So you have no choice but to bleed,
You're prepared and ready for Hell,
The place your soul will forever dwell,
The feelings of Mother and Father,
You don't even bother,
They did this to you,
So now they don't have anything to do,
Except to mourn your grave,
They have to be punished for your rave,
But their tears are fake,
You want to stab them with the blades of a rake,
So you're glad you won't see them when you're gone,
Now your suffering is all done.
