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Over

Its over, its over, die over, its over, we're over, all over. die in darkness, I feel the life, slipping through the finger tips of hate. another wait, a time to rest its soul away, and now its over n over, over n over, lying in a pool of blood, its red, its red, its red, its seems again the walls are breathing, mind is seething out. .. again, ... lost all my friends. Its over the edge, pushed, back in time? pushed me back inside?, I kill my crime my reason why, theres no such living in my life I cannot let the end kill me, now its over feeling time is so innocent, is so innocent I could lose my mind feel it cry, again feel the drive, i'm dying to get it over can I lose my end of the bet?



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