• Old lives, drawn away, slowly dying, go away. Feel my hate, feel my pain, feel my death, it’s all the same. The life I live, the hate I see, don’t come back they all hate me. Why I live, I don’t know. I don’t get why we all go. We all have friends, all but me, I don’t see what you see in me. Let’s all live, let’s all die, I don’t see why we all sigh. My death is near, oh so close. You can’t stop it, it shall close. All but me live happy lives, it’s too late, I will die. I see your smile, hear your laugh,. Now it ends I die at last.