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Life sucks then you die thanks, Dad, for the advice you aim low you get by you won't win so don't try the beating of a lifetime is taking it's toll tonight one by one, my fingers giving back the grip they thought they had one by one, my fears evaporate i find the strength to say enough is enough i don't mind being stuck down here in this rut honestly, it is just this routine i'm afraid of what good are these bars of gold when the world comes to an end maybe we could use them to smash our brains in what good is this heart and soul when the mind and the body have lost all hope From Letras Mania