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NOW REMEMBER THIS ISN'T GOOD-BYE,
The angel of death is so very wise, because the angel of death has taken so many lives. So many husbands, so many wives. To death do us part but the love stays alive.
Behind her grey eyes madness laid
my room is crowded with feelings, and all i feel is alone. my family and friends, they just pretend that this house was ever a home my mother, she really does love me. she's the one who tends to my wounds.
The moment of silence lasted till noon We all agreed that he was taken too soon Some call it a tragedy But our lives are not Shakespeare And Death is no Bard So what sense can you give me?
I am scared and alone I wonder what death feels like I hear snickers and whispering at all times I see hatrd in the mirror I want to be numb I am scared and alone I pretend that I am happy