I'm hiding out
I'm on the run
But that's not what this poem's about
As I hold this gun

I'm just having some fun
Cause I know I'm going to die young
That's why I'm on the run
And your cancer is eating my lung

It's hard to breath
Too much pain now
This air I can't breath
I guess I'm going to die now

You look at me like I'm some kind of freak
When I'm in the corner stoned out of my mind
These words are hard to speak
Cause they're to hard to find

I'm alone in this world
Turning very cold
In my world
Just growing old

Now it's time for me to die
This is what must be
Don't you dare cry
Cause you won't miss me.

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