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Jordan
Copyright, Jordan
On the spiral going down,
never w/ a smile, always w/ a frown
hatred spread all through me like an old withered tree.
I hate life, life hates me, why won't someone just kill me.
Stop the hurt and stop the pain, i should just slice the vein.
Now im lying on my bed, sliced the vein and almost dead, feeling dizzy with a light head
Now im seeing a bright light, trying to focus with all of my might, this feeling i have... what a delight. No more pain, no more fight