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Nothing to lose

I'm sick of this whole world.
I'm so fucking tired.
I hate you, I hate you.
You bastard, you liar.

I'm so proud I'm not a coward.
Not a fucking freak like you.
I'll commit a suicide.
But I hope you'll do it too.

          There's nothing to lose.
          There's nothing to fight for.
          There's nothing to choose.
          There's nothing to die for.

This place is my private nightmare.
You are the worst part of it.
All this is your fault - you know it.
You are simply piece of shit.

I can't just resist the pressure.
Headache is still getting stronger.
This is just too much for me.
I can't hold it any longer.

          There's nothing to lose.
          There's nothing to fight for.
          There's nothing to choose.
          There's nothing to die for.

What I've got is paranoia.
Euthanasia is my hope.
I hate my life. I beg you: kill me.
Make the slipknot, here's the rope.

Kill the pain - Let's end this now.
Kill the pain - I scream, I shout.
Kill the pain - I don't know how.
Will you do it? - I'm so glad.


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