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Deathly Lullaby


I'll sing a deathly lullaby And pretend its all fine But the truth of it all Is that this is goodbye The last words before I die One last song until I fall What was the point of it all Why was I given this life I tried so hard to become what I hate And now I realize it can't be changed But maybe just maybe that's okay I used to believe that I was a mistake I can't change myself But how I feel about myself changed What's the point of living If you never stop to appreciate the gifts you have Well there are some people who would die for what you have While others just wish they were dead It's all too hard to understand I haven't even started to comprehend the truth behind life Maybe heaven and hell are just white lies Maybe the truth behind life is to die What if we start over when it ends And we get another chance to live again Change our choices therefor changing ourselves Because maybe when we are in our deathbed With all the memories replaying in our heads Maybe then is when we are truly happy We can see how we become ourselves And if we do get a second chance I won't change anything I did So I'll sing my deathly lullaby And pretend it's all fine But the truth of it all Is that this is goodbye But maybe everything is fine Maybe I'm not pretending it's all alright Because I'm happy with this life of mine So as I sing my swan song I'll have a smile on my face And the shine in my eye Right before I die When I'm singing a deathly lullaby
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