As i look at all the graves i think about sharp blades knowing i could die is like knowing i cant fly.
As i think about taking my life i begin to think of a lie mom, dad it was an accident i fell and im innocent.
if i cut a little deeper i'll see the graveyard keeper, the grimreaper waits for me to say hello, i see him and i just know.
hes black as night, cold as day i fall slowly and see what my life could cost, i die slowly and my blood runs like crazy, so slowly i say, lets take the pain away.
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