| This is the death of my origin
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| No rest for the sick and weary, just a rope growing tighter around my neck
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| For twenty-five years, I’ve tried so hard but now it feels like twenty-five too
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| long
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| Just for a moment, I wish that I could breathe without the weight of the world
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| crushing down on me
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| Better off dead, no burden to my friends
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| No more days of wishing I won’t have to wake up the next
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| Does it matter if I am dead or alive?
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| The future seems so dark but I’m trying to keep my head above the water
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| I am so sick and fed up with the burden of my consciousness
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| The voices in my head, I only hear them say that I’ll be dead before the dawn
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| Wave goodbye to your sanity and just remember you’ll never truly be at peace
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| No one knows how it feels to hate the one that lies in your own skin
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| I’m trying to keep my head above the water but the tide keeps rising and rising
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| So safe, so small with the rope tight around my neck
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| One last goodbye to remind you that although I’m sick
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| I love you still and I hope you won’t forget me when I’m gone
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| The proper way to die was not a choice for me to make
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| I held on as long as I could but I lost my grip
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| The anxiety that plagued me is but a bitter memory
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| I’ll reap what I have sown and take that step to bring me peace
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| God help me, if you exist, this is not a world I’m meant to live in |