Battles rage on, the war in my head. These contemplations, never end. Soldiers line up, one by one. I just want it to be done. This life was not made for me Dead by 25 is all Ill ever be I cant see myself alive for more And watch the world thirst for gore No one will help me in this fucked up world I mean nothing and Im not worth saving Tell me things that will rot in my brain Keep me thinking, keep myself sane My disease will spread to those around me Poison their minds with irrational thinking This life was not made for me Dead by 25 is all Ill ever be I cant see myself alive much longer As I kill all those around me with disease and hunger All my life Ive been treated like the outcast Never had any friends, no one had my back But now Im older and I truly have seen The knife in my back is all you will mean Everyone is gone No one lasts forever Things are so fucked up In this plague I call my life Im all alone Im all by myself Outcast I will never be anything Outcast This is my ending
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