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I lay down to die, a glass in my hand
My hear is too weak, a pain I can't stand A note and a picture, to my side view A mirror scans my face, my eyes a pale blue I don't deserve to live, hurting my friends My life doesn't help them, my life has to end The tiny white pills, sing my escape My mind has been settled, no time to contemplate My loved ones are sleeping, and soon so will I No one to save me, no one to cry They don't see it coming, a ghost in the night No "I love you"s, to save me from flight I wonder what they'll say, what they will think The wake me for morn, my cheeks lacking pink A cold marble statue, lying on my bed Tears will drape down, to comfort the dead Rich, crimson roses, hover my grave People to visit, respect never paid A sinking of heart, a mind with regret Here lies a girl, they'll never forget
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