I Wish To Hold On,

 But The Rod Of Life 

Slips Through

 My Small Cold Hands.

Soon You Could Hear 

The Bluebirds 

Sing A 

Melancholy Straight.

I'm So Lost ,

I'm Too 

Far Gone.

Don't Try To Save Me

You'll Kill Yourself 

In The Process

And 

I Don't Want To Die 

With 

The Death Of

 Another 

On My Hands.

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