Why does it make me
So ******* angry
That you died so soon?
You were not supposed to leave
But you didn't suffer
So why do I worry?
Why do I cry and scream
Even when I think I'm happy?

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You can burn in Hell
For what you did to me
Your mere presence makes me ill
And the fact that I am keeping your secret
Is more than devastating.
But I'm not keeping it for you

You **** me off
Because you are alive
But you don't scare me
So why do I cry and scream
Even when I think I'm happy?

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I'll never tell, darling
Because that's what you want
Is for it to destroy me
But its doing that anyway.
So which is worse, baby?

I'll never tell, honey
That the loss of your life
Is eating my heart away
So which is worse, sweetie?

Anger or sadness
Which is worse?