Why is it that I'm the last to die Dead in my tears, nobody knew why Found my body battered and bruised The blood was the only thing that was abused My death, the last of it's kind Left this earth to unwind Now that eternity has caught up to me I see the mistakes that will never set me free Rotting is my corpse, life left behind Gone is my soul, never to find Sent to hell with nothing more Born to be the Devil's whore No one ever cared for me, died alone Lost was my body, disentigrated form Soaked into the ground below Now I fall from the trees and become the snow My death, the last of it's kind Left this earth to unwind Now that eternity has caught up to me I see the mistakes that will never set me freeBirth sign: Aries
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