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I cannot pay the bills,
I fear this is the end.
Is this what my life was supposed to be like?
Or should I be living the high life?
Are things ever going to be right?
Or will my life be a never ending fight?
I live on the street, all alone
I want to buy my own great, big home.
I have come to my senses
And learnt a few things.
For the rest of my life, I’m going to be alone,
I’m not going to own my own great, big home.
My life will always be a never ending fight,
Things will never be just right.
My high life will indeed be dry.
This is indeed the end.
I have no friends and no vivid ends.
Who will miss me?
There is no one to kiss me,
And tell me things will be ok.
I grab the knife
And say goodbye life.
The deed is done,
The life is over,
Their will be no agro survivor.
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