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Jeroen

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Falling,
Never ending,
All my life,
Downhill,
Never peace in my hart,
Never freedom in my life,
Never love in my soul,
Allways hated, never loved,
Not even liked,
No meaning of life,
No need to continue,
Only death is waiting,
Only death is rising,
My life.

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I love you with all my hart,
Got your picture on my dartboard,
Guess that’s a good start,
Can’t control my hate, want to rip off your arm,
But I still love you baby,
I mean you no harm,
Your blood on my face, guts all around me,
Now you feel what I feel daily,
Dead, it’s all I want to be.

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It feels like I have a hart disease,
It’s like my lungs are infected,
My arms are falling off,
All of my dreams broken,
I’m not who I want to be,
Life is killing me.

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I’m walking slowly on the path of hate,
I didn’t chose for it, but I can feel it’s my faith,
It’s my destiny, my anger, my love and my life,
It’s something I know, my life’s a dive,
I’m diving straight to the bottom of hell,
I’ll burt forever, and that feels pretty well,
At least it’ll be better than living in this shit,
Life’s destroying me, bit by bit.

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I’m sick of living in this endless nightmare,
I want it to stop,
I’m tired of walking in this closed valley of fear,
I want to find a way out,
I’m done with all the demons overwelming me,
I want it to end,
But I haven’t got enough pain yet,
They will have to feed me pure evil till I’m fat,
And then, when it is all over,
I’ll finally be dead.

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Give me a gun so I can shoot,
I’ll hurt my enemies like hell,
And I know it will feel good,
When I kill myself as well,
When I’ll shoot a bullet trough my head,
I know, I really do,
It wil even make my friends glad,
And I’ll also be dead to forget about you.

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My skin is my canvas,
My body here it is,
It’t an open field for joy,
See this knife it is my toy,
It’s my body it’s my life,
It’s my own choice,
Pain as expression, just a different voice,
It’s my body it’s my life,
It’s part of me,
Pain as expression witch means I’m free.

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Sometimes I think about myself,
Then I think damn,
I just realised what kind of asshole I am,
Sometimes I think about myself,
About what I have to give,
I just realised no one wants me to live,
Sometimes I think about myself,
When I look into the sky,
I’ve got only on wish,
So please god, if you exist, let me die.

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That’s it,
I have had it with you,
All you do is anoy me,
Blame me for the things that I do,
There is no room for the both of us,
Someone has to die,
Someday we’ll both be dead,
You know that isn’t a lie,
My only question to you,
Is who will die first,
The lucky one who survives,
That fucker will be cursed,
I don’t want to live in this hell,
I shoud shoot myself trough the brains,
I won’t do that,
But I do know that every cut will be closer to the veins.

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You call yourself a father,
you call yourself a god,
If you think I’m thankfull for my life,
Let me tell you something, I’m not,
My opened wounds you heal,
My life of hope you steal,
Evil’s inside of me breeding,
I don’t give a fuck if I end my life bleeding,
If I die, you’ll send me to hell,
But I don’t care, in here I burn myself as well,
I cried all my life alone,
But I know, that each cut, will be closer to the bone.

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Every breath could be my last
Starting this life ended up in pain and sorrow
I’ve tried it in the past
Making life yesterday and death tomorrow
Cutting pieces of my life, bit by bit
Self injury as the way of living my life
As well as the way of ending it

 

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