Waiting
Dallas Green
A coma might feel better than this,
Attempting to discover, where to begin,
You're weighed down you're full of something,
Of sickness and desertion,
You're weighed down you're full of something,
You're underneath it all.
So say goodbye to love,
And hold your head up high,
There's no need to rush,
We're all just waiting, waiting to die.
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