When you die,
You will fry.
Most likely dwell,
In a place called hell.
You might be going to Heaven,
But I've known I'm not since I was seven.
I could never be loved for real,
So what's the big deal?
I have nobody near,
'Cuz nobody wants me here.
I always hold my head down,
'Cuz I can only frown.
I just keep sinking in thick flames,
And I just can't take all the blame.
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