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Is there any more point in living?You're only living for yourselfAnd is there any more point in angerIt don't do much good for your healthEvery single word that you saidDon't comfort me now you're dead.And all of the advice that you gaveCan't save me now that you're in your grave.What's the fucking point in anger?(Well it's all that I’ve ever known)So what am I supposed to feel then?(I don’t know)Yes I am a very brave little boyWith this sword that I keep by my sideI've been around the world a hundred times, about ninety-nineI've never seen so much beauty in one mind.I close my eyes and count to a million5 seconds later they open wideWell what am I supposed to feel then?I don't know. From Letras Mania