I can feel my skin starting to decay Feel the cold lips of my now dead love Hear the soft goodbye frozen in the wind Tonight shall be the last night You'll ever hear my cry And it shall be the last time You'll ever have to see my smile I know one day, you'll wake up And notice that I'm not there And I hope that your thoughts of me Won't be thoughts of hatred or despair Don't bother with the tears For I've cried enough for the both of us Just think of it as just letting go Just dying a silent death.Birth sign: Scorpio
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