Narrow minded, hollow heartened,
I have followed you, with sorrow,
O my dear death;
Some life may I borrow?
In the regrets of the past,
In the strains of the present,
I have chased you, in a hope;
For a better tomorrow.
O my dear death;
Some life may I borrow?
To live, in a joyous fiction,
To not suffer, from a dreadful reality,
I have tried, to escape you;
But the countdown has reached zero.
O my dear death;
Some life may I borrow?
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