The state of sorrow you are currently in
Might make you a piece of garbage bin
Drifting Currently from your own kin
Is this the life that u wanted to win?
The ever unbalancing of yang and yin
The ever again increase sin
Demise of you shall be your inn
Rest in it for good and make it thin
It is sure that you are made of tin
For a weak metal cannot be hurt on skin
Wounded a lot yet not even hurt
Like getting pinched by a non pointy pin
A time will come when u say farewell
And that'll be the moment your story will fin

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well its about sorrow and everything but mostly obviously about life so it is thorough