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and they would breathe upon their death |
| I need a white page To hear them all cry for death They wouldn't steal medicine They wouldn't dare to live. A pen to help me with it To bind them together and throw it I'd stab them all, I'll tell them This is what you get for reminding me. Your memories will remain Your secrets still untold But you will die and suffer eternally As you fall in perpetual death. You can run and hide from me But you'll find yourself running to me I won't begin a mystery You're enough and you'll always be. |