It's time to face the reaper, it's time for me to go

Don't try to understand it, it's better not to know

I'm accustomed to numbness, I can no longer feel

I do not feel remorseful, because this hatred is real

I contradict my own life, with my own demise

The truth can cut deep, be less appealing than lies

Dwelling on misfortunes, and this pain I can't conceal

What I feel on the inside I no longer wish to feel
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