When I was born
I heard the angels say
Why did you make that one?
Just let its soul lay
Hold it back
It should not be
Misery will triumph
He'll be led to flee
He can do no good
Make nothing of existence
It's not worth anything
Not even a six-pence
I prove them right
At the age of sixteen
Grim faces look down
To me they aren't keen
Have not liked me one bit
Since the day god gave me a chance
Thanks anyways god
But life makes no sense
I'll leave it now
Like I was never here
It will be nice now
I won't feel the fear
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