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The angel of death is so very wise,
because the angel of death
has taken so many lives.
So many husbands,
so many wives.
To death do us part
but the love stays alive.
my room is crowded with feelings,
and all i feel is alone.
my family and friends, they just pretend
that this house was ever a home
my mother, she really does love me.
she's the one who tends to my wounds.
The moment of silence lasted till noon
We all agreed that he was taken too soon
Some call it a tragedy
But our lives are not Shakespeare
And Death is no Bard
So what sense can you give me?
I am scared and alone
I wonder what death feels like
I hear snickers and whispering at all times
I see hatrd in the mirror
I want to be numb
I am scared and alone
I pretend that I am happy
