I feel like I should run.
I feel like I should hide.
I feel so empty inside.
I stand beside myself and I question why.
Is this imperfectious truth or just another lie?
I feel so unalive, so alone and dead inside.
Contemplate my death.
What will it be like when I grasp my last breath?

I never said goodbye.
I never said hello.
Could never stay around.
Always had to go.
Now I'll never know.
I feel so unalive, so alone and dead inside.
Contemplate my death.
What will it be like when I grasp my last breath?

Need to know where I stand.
Need to know where I'll land.
Need to know who's holding my hand.
Should I let go?
I need to know, I'll never know.
I feel so unalive, so alone and dead inside.
Contemplate my death.
What will it be like when I grasp my last breath?

My wounds wide open.
look into my eyes.
All the world can see.
See the death that is...
the death inside of me.
I feel so unalive, so alone and dead inside.
Contemplate my death.
What will it be like when I grasp my last breath?

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