A Friend Called Death
"When anger finds me buried deep
The hurt inside might make me weep
I try and take one final breath
Before I meet a friend called Death
Must go on
Must break free
But Anger tries to keep it from me
Full of Anger
Dead inside
What will make me come alive
Full of shame
Giving up
When did life become so tough."
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