The Perfect Death
A life lived in sorrow is no life to see..
A life lived with limits means nothing to me..
I search through these shadows and remnets of Love..
Trying to ignore the darkness above..
The storm clouds come rolling..
And the thunder it brings..
Will crumble the strongest down to their knees..
No-reason to live here..
Why even care?..
What am i doing?..
Im already here..
Does anything matter?..
Does anything shine?..
Everythings over if you step out of line..
They says.."Live your life their way"..
What do they mean?..
Everythings broken..
Is this all a dream?..
I search for a reason..
I search through the past..
I search for a way..
"The Perfect Death"
A life lived with limits means nothing to me..
I search through these shadows and remnets of Love..
Trying to ignore the darkness above..
The storm clouds come rolling..
And the thunder it brings..
Will crumble the strongest down to their knees..
No-reason to live here..
Why even care?..
What am i doing?..
Im already here..
Does anything matter?..
Does anything shine?..
Everythings over if you step out of line..
They says.."Live your life their way"..
What do they mean?..
Everythings broken..
Is this all a dream?..
I search for a reason..
I search through the past..
I search for a way..
"The Perfect Death"
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