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If dreams could really come true

Then why doesn't mine

If there really was luck

Then why doesn't it exist for me

why does these tears always come

Why does the world have to be against me

Why does my soul writhe in pain

Why is it me

Haven't I suffered enough

Haven't I paid my price

Haven't you enjoyed my agony

Haven't you laughed more than enough

Why won't you let me escape

Why must you make me cry

Why is it that it has to be me

Why won't you give me mercy

Give me death

I'm always thinking

Death can cure me

Only death can stop the questions from haunting me

Only death can spare me the pain

If death were to come to me

I wouldn't have to torture myself

I wouldn't have to ask myself

Wouldn't have to keep wondering

Why

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