It's a scary thought, really,
to know the date of your death.
Counting down the minutes,
the seconds, to your final breath.

There are so many things to do,
yet none of them can be done.
I'm terrified of death...
so I turn, and I run.

Running away from the darkness,
the darkness I know so well.
I'm running and running,
making my way towards hell.

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20 days left,
left until I die.
This realization hurts,
and so I can only cry.

Begging God for forgiveness,
begging Him for more time.
Taking someone so young
is surely a crime.

Pleading, breaking, cutting,
this is how I spend my last days.
I need to feel something, anything,
I need to find more ways.

Cutting is a fine way,
but I can only do so much.
I'm always hurting...
I begin to cry at even the slightest touch.

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14 days left,
left until I die.
This realization hurts,
and so I can only cry.

I'm hurting so bad,
and I'm all alone.
At one point I had faith,
but I should have known.

Going through this
is, indeed, very hard.
But I'm slowly giving in,
letting down my guard.

Tired and dizzy,
this is how it goes.
I'm ruining myself,
but no one knows.

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8 days left,
left until I die.
This realization hurts,
and so I can only cry.

I'm coping the only way I know,
by covering my body in lines.
Cutting in the moonlight is fun,
because my dripping blood shines.

Going into a trance,
watching drip after drip.
I can't get out of this trance,
I can't get a grip.

So close to dying,
so close to death.
So very close
to my final breath.

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2 days left,
left until I die.
This realization hurts,
and so I can only cry.

It hurts to breathe,
it hurts to cry.
I almost wish
I didn't have to die.

Forgetting things so natural,
like how to walk and breathe.
I'm getting so sick,
all I can do is dry heave.

Sitting in my bathroom,
waiting for the end.
I guess my broken heart
will never be able to mend.

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1 day left,
left until I die.
This realization hurts,
and so I can only cry.

1 hour left,
left until I die.
This realization hurts,
and so I can only cry.

1 minute left,
left until I die.
This realization hurts,
and so I can only cry.

I slowly drift away,
no time left.
Satan really was
nothing but a theft.

Taking the life of a mere child,
someone who has yet to live.
This mere child
had so much to give.

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