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I'm slowly dying
No matter how many pills I take, nothing will help
I’m happy that I'm suffering
Don't treat me don’t save me
I can't stand it
My lungs hurt so much
I have a stomach ulcer
Why was I born
Why am I living
I'm getting closer to you
I'll take your organs for myself
I'll pour your blood
I need her so much
Dying is an art
Die and give me your soul
Although I'll pick them up myself
I will not forgive you
I'm dying
You will remain disabled forever
I will cut off your legs
I'll cut out your eyes
And you will die bleeding
My lungs hurt so much
I have a stomach ulcer
Why was I born
Why am I living
No matter how many pills I take, nothing will help
I’m happy that I'm suffering
Don't treat me don’t save me
I can't stand it
My lungs hurt so much
I have a stomach ulcer
Why was I born
Why am I living
I'm getting closer to you
I'll take your organs for myself
I'll pour your blood
I need her so much
Dying is an art
Die and give me your soul
Although I'll pick them up myself
I will not forgive you
I'm dying
You will remain disabled forever
I will cut off your legs
I'll cut out your eyes
And you will die bleeding
My lungs hurt so much
I have a stomach ulcer
Why was I born
Why am I living
