One word
Millions of lies
Heard of an angel
That never died
Two words
More lies
I wish I could get out
Or else I’ll die
Three words
Hateful screams
Screaming at me
Fell my pain
If you can feel
Four words
Getting sick
Living was never so hard before
Holding out my hand
Grab on to air
Secret was you never cared
Five words
Never hurt
I never cried
I did the easy thing
And never looked back
Not even when I die
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