Ophelia's dead and Hamlet is sort of lost
It's hard to decide to be or still not to be
He writes in his facebook a farewell doomy post
In the meantime sipping whiskey with some cold beer
He knows he hasn't been a very good king
Some of his men considered him to be mad
He doesn’t care now about a fucking thing
He's coming undone but doesn't feel really sad
He says bye Ophelia kissing her in cold lips
His beer is poisoned his life is now at stake
See you tomorrow for now I wanna sleep
Tomorrow never comes and neither he will awake
Ophelia s dead and Hamlet is sort of lost
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