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If you should stumble across my body, lifeless and covered in a shimmer of light grey, lying by a river in Oslo, don't bother to get upset.
Or if you should recover me in bed, carefully draped in pretty beddings, with a smug smile upon my face and an empty bottle of pills in my hand, don't bother to cry.
'Cause you are not to blame, and you should not feel remorse for not trying to save me.
I was never to be saved - I wasn't meant for this life in the first place, so early death was my destiny.
The only thing you need to know, is that I loved you.
Or if you should recover me in bed, carefully draped in pretty beddings, with a smug smile upon my face and an empty bottle of pills in my hand, don't bother to cry.
'Cause you are not to blame, and you should not feel remorse for not trying to save me.
I was never to be saved - I wasn't meant for this life in the first place, so early death was my destiny.
The only thing you need to know, is that I loved you.