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I have no more friends,
I have no more life.
Today it all ends,
so just take that knife.
Puncture my soul,
take away every painful thought.
The torments taken its toll,
so make me a grave where I can rot.
As I lay there,
the wind blows away my skin.
Just strip me bare,
please let the maggots do my body in.
I want no more sorrow,
I want no more misery.
There isn't life after tomorrow,
everything after that is a mystery.