Death of Me
In this world I only have me
No one cares if I fall off the face of the earth
They wouldnt come looking for me
Just one less person in this world
Im out in the shadows and once in a while people notice me
But no one cares
I walk through the crowds among happy people
I myself can never be happy
Im a black sheep
No one wants to be near me
The people that say they care they dont
Im just not going to be worried about them
But me myself and I for now on
Everybody isnt your friend
Rather see you fall then rise above it all
But Im done with it
Fuck you and your crew
But tonight as I cry my last tear
Im transforming into something better than ever
And no one will be able to stop me
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