Sweet Death, by MAC
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Death, sweet death
Come to me
There is nothing
That I can see
Everything I loved
Now is gone
And in this world
There is no dawn
Why can’t I be brave
Why can’t I die
Everything is burning
Nothing left to retie
Love is always untrue
Everything is lost
With all the burning hate
I now know the cost
I am not afraid anymore
I can see clearly everything
With on slice of the knife
I know what I have done, I’m crying
Death, sweet death
Come to me
There is nothing
That I can see |
Posted: 2009-09-02 05:41:59 UTC |
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