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Sunday, May 1, 2011

The Last Day

What’s the point of life these days?
As I sit here and watch the world go by
I wonder what it’d be like to die
Would it really be so bad I say
When nobody would care enough to cry
As I sit and watch the world go by
I wipe the teardrops from my eyes
Would anybody mourn me when I’m gone
Or would they just forget about me and move on
As I sit here and watch the world go by
I come to a resolve that makes me cry
I’ve decided, made my choice
I’ll do it tonight, I know the perfect place
Never again will people see my face…

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