What if i was gone tomorrow? how would it be like?
Would my friends still see my face while they're sleeping
As my world fades to grey?
Sometimes I feel like watching days
Passing by as i try not to breathe, not to bleed again
No more pain, enough tears let's
Paint it black i'm sick of what i am
Hopeless dreams I try to reach
Seem so far, i am so weak
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