the day will come,
the day will come,
when i die,
when you live again,
i will fade in memories,
you will make new ones,
i slowly drift to nothing but dust
while you smile and live,
i`m died and decaying,
you live in the sun,
i died and in the dark,
always left in the dark,
hidden 6 feet under ground,
in the dirt,
in a box,
while you are free to be,
free to play with the butterflies in the hot summer,
free to sing happy songs,
while i sing the same sad song of my past life,
the song my mom used to sing before she threw me away,
before she hated me,
that song hurts to sing,
but that`s my punishment,
my punishment for living and dieing in this world,
so now i suffer the lonelyness of ever having a mother,
of having a dad,
even having a sister and brother,
i suffer in this grave,
but they don`t hear my screams,
they never did,
they probably don`t notice that i`m gone,
that their little girl is gone,
they pushed me away,
so they would`t care,
they never cared,
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put that in your juice box and suck it! >:)
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