It kills your soul as you're trying to breathe
you scream for help but all you get is stares
They laugh at you as you're on your knees
When will someone save me?
Love is skin deep.
Is my skin finally gone?
Along with my heart
My bones are thrown in a fire, as I approach my last day
No requiems return my way
As I awake the world is still going on
I go back to which I last stood and see my loved ones
They're laughing at something that's just occured.
They're burying something that smells like tortue
At which the path my death was altered
The ones that loved me caused my depature.
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