It's building up inside
Something like suicide
Why can't I join them
in the ground and in the sky?
Why didn't I hug them tight
so they didn't have to die?

It's hard to accept
when everyone has left
and you
are the last
of your kind.
It's hard to accept
when you're the last one left
but you think
that you're
left behind.

A fate from birth,
to live under the earth
Under the ground,
passing the decades in darkness.
None for me.
I must stay to light candles, helpless.

It's right to believe,
as the last one to greive
there are no words of comfort.
It's wrong to believe
you can roll up your sleeves
and ever stop the hurt.
You hang onto what you've got
You cling with everything real
You try to simply accept it
and make yourself feel

       now they're all gone.

in the ground and in the sky?

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why don't people who deserve to die, die?

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