"The Hardest Part of This, Is Leaving You"

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Eaten up in every inch
Mama, I'm not going to heaven.

Eaten up in my lungs
Mama, the worms are swallowing me already.

Eaten up in desperation
Mama, mind me when you leave my hospital bed.

Eaten up in agony
Mama, don't call me sweetheart.

Eaten up in disease
Mama, my ashes are spread on the ground.

Eaten up
Mama, I'm not sorry for dying.

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