All The Ones Who Cut
I Want All Your Pain
For You To Be Able To Move On
We Only Have One Life In This Messed Up Game
Please Stop Your Tears
Let Me Wipe Them Away
Put Down The Picture
Lets Sit Down And Pray
Dont Take One More Shot
Its Not Bound To Be Your Faith
You Say Its Only A Needle
That Needle Can Make It To Late
Lets Gather All Around
Speak How No One Cares
To Let You Know I Do
I Will Hold On For You To Be Able To Bare
Dont Tie That Knot
For If You Do
There Goes A Peice Of My Life
Some Things We Dont Need To Go Through
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