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You lied to yourself, now you can't handle it

I cried for you, seeing you die, bit by bit

Family worked their arse for you, now they can't sit

Mama don cry, sotey to laugh she no fit

I couldn't handle it too, seeing you take this hit

You wore death's smile on your face, like a kit

This isn't funny, this isn't lit

Now you're gone, mama can't make ends meet

The coffin wasn't for you, though it was neat

And then we sunk into despair, sinking into this pit

For when death came, it was so rude it couldn't greet

This wasn't the plan bro, this wasn't it.

God chaser



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