My Bleeding Soul
Im standing here, with a knife in handAbout to end it all, when i ask myself.
"Wats worth living for?"
and then i start to think of you
and how mappy you make me
i remember all the good times we had
when all the bad times come rushing in
and when the blade peirces my skin
i start to cry as the blood rushes down my body
i whisper im sorry in the darkness
wishing you were here
to make it all go away with your special touch
but ive pushed you away so much
that i doubt you would if you could
so i lay here crying
searching for a reason to live agian
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