Leaving alive.... returning dead
The time has come,
time to say good bye.
I'll be leaving sad.
I already die,
while you're eating pie.
The time has come.
Walking through my path,
looking up in the sky.
I'll be leaving sad.
I have to try,
hid in the bath.
The time has come.
My backpack is fat,
while I'm dry.
I'll be leaving sad.
I won't cry,
for leaving my cat.
The time has come,
I'll leaving sad.
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