IF I were to wish upon myself,
Would it really come true?
I will be in rich and in wealth,
Something I always wanted to do.
I have done to much damage,
To people around me.
I feel as if to rampage,
So I myself can see.
Look at what I have done,
Hear the things I say.
I know I have nothing to be won,
When tomorrows just another day.
And that is one thing everyone can say,
And d.e.a.t.h is on it's way.
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