Today I die
With my broken soul
Shattered to pieces
And all alone
No-one is here
To see me go
Nothing I can do
But go with the flow
It seems my life
Was all just a game
Waiting for the end
To die in shame
I'm feeling lost
And my soul is crying
Sitting on winter's porch
Waiting for my dying
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Today
I
Die
With
My
Broken
Soul
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Waiting for the end
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