why me?
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Death has come home;
to sleep in my soul.
she whispers, she calls.
why shouldn't i go?
Death has come home,
to see me again.
she knocks on the front door.
and i let her in.
watch me as I fade;
my friend.
I grow weaker everyday;
watch me as I cave;
my friend.
for now all, I know is pain.
watch me as I break;
my friend.
remember the opression and hate?
