All the hurt and all the sorrow
All the wonder about tomorrow
All your pain and all your fear
They're all gone, your mind is clear
And you find as you take that final breath
That happiness is attained only in death
No one will ever understand
The relief you needed had to be planned
Dont feel bad; its not your fault
Its all the anger the world has wrought
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