| I’m so sorry to hear of your bitter loss
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| I know my words can only offer but so much comfort for you
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| Just know that I am here to ease your lonely feelings
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| To fill this time of grieving and remind you it’s your fault
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| It’s your fault for not caring
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| It’s your fault for not knowing that he’d try again
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| And again, these words can only offer
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| But so much comfort for you
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| (Now here’s where I should say that «he's in a better place»
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| but on the day he died, I could have sworn)
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| There came the strangest sound
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| It was as if the whole of heaven came crumbling
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| Fucking down! |
| His last words shall shine in truthfulness —
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| «I hate you all!», scattered with his ashes upon your guilt.
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| I’m sure you must have done all that was in your power
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| To prevent this event from occurring
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| Just remember, I feel that it is entirely your fault
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| But again, these words can only offer
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| But so much comfort for you. |