Imagine throwing my life away
All the chances that came my way
Why do I suffer like I do
Mental anguish, feeling blue
Perfect life, job, lot
Cast aside, a blood-stained spot.
Imagine throwing my life away
All the chances that came my way
Why do I suffer like I do
Mental anguish, feeling blue
Perfect life, job, lot
Cast aside, a blood-stained spot.
Poems and Petals 
I love the last line!
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