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Death Cares

So many things wrong with my life
So many things that only exist in my mind
Maybe I'm just imagining my strife
That's a damn realistic imagination

And it's hard to believe you
It's hard to believe me
You're all lieing to me
Maybe I'm even lieing to myself

You said one thing
But your actions made it so untrue
And you did another thing
I think I've had it up to here with you

I'm fed up with all these emotions
I should just end it, discover my meaning
It would have happened somewhere through the motions
Why not sooner, better yet right now even

And I don't think they'd care
And I don't think you'd care
And I don't even think I'd care
So I'll just die

So let's just do this one last time
Pop the cork off of that wine
And take a drink to all the good times
Maybe even one for the bad times

Because I've come to realize
That through these eyes
Everything's a lie
Only through these eyes

All I can see is the evil within
No, I don't trust your kin
How you've all forsken me
In some way we've all sinned

And they say that I don't know
What I'm talking about
And they say that I'm paranoid
Well maybe I am and maybe I'm not

And I don't think they'd care
And I don't think you'd care
And I don't even think I'd care
So I'll just die

I'm not just some kid
Spazzing on teenage angst
If these are chemicals in my head
Then maybe I am just better off dead

Because they won't go away
And I can't explain this through simple say
So true liberation is all that it's come to
True freedom is what I'm up to

I'll just fall asleep
And never wake up
These fumes will make me free
My death awaits me with open arms

I embrace this bullet's power
This gun can help me escape this world
The corruption has us all and there are so many things
I would think about, but it all doesn't make sense

And I don't think they'd care
And I don't think you'd care
And I don't even think I'd care
So I'll just die

So painless freedom
Release my sorrow
Death is my liberation
Only now, not tomorrow

I could be so many things
But it doesn't matter
And I'll fall asleep and never wake up
Perpetually in a dream

Who'd care?

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