Wrap a web around my head, wishing I will soon be dead,
Days pass slow, this time of year,
Don't you get it, don't you hear?
Life is tough, so don't try and be tuff
Parents gone, just leave me behind
It's not like I'm going to mind
All alone, in this wretched world
People dying, people sick
All the people get their pick
Everybody has one special fate,
Once they get a fine, nice mate
They are bound for a life of death
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