Killing me slowly,
That’s what you’re doing.
Dying am I,
And, boy, you knew it.

This life is hard,
And dying is easy.
But leaving without you
is making me queezey.

Help me, oh, help me,
Crying, I am.
Killing me slowly,
It hurts me so bad.

No one knows it,
They can’t feel what I feel.
You’d be dead in my position
The world begins to reel.

I want to get it over with,
And go away from here.
It’s better than dying slowly,
Leave behind my fears.

I want to go, let me go,
I’ll never get back
Right back home,
Cut me some slack, I’m on my own.

It hurts so bad,
You’re killing me slowly.
Slowly but surely,
I finish to bleed.

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