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lying here on this bed,
I don't want to look back or ahead.
I can't sleep,
because my pillow's too wet,
I've tried to count sheep,
but all through the night, awake, i was kept.
Quietly crying my eyes out,
my heart is breaking without a doubt.
It's times like this,
I wish I would just die,
So no one else could lie,
but even then,
they still will lie to me in my grave,
now here i lie,
wishing for nothing but for it all to stop and let me die,
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