The day I die is the day that I wake up
and continue to tell myself I've had enough
I'm losing interest in what I care about
The next time you look at me I won't look back
The next time you talk to me I won't react
Have you ever stared into your mirror at night
And wondered what happened after your last goodbye
what happens to your ghost when you die
I thought so many times and I can't rid my head
of the thoughts that haunt me when I lay in my bed
Of the hate i feel towards every breath
and my stomach whenever I feel like death

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