I write. Because well. I write soo i dont do. If That Makes Sence
As He Looks At The Blood Dripping Off His Knife
Wondering Why He Took Her Innocent Life
He Looks At The Sheet Stained In Blood
He Drags Her Off, Buries Her In The Mud
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Belive Me If I Could Give You
Every Thing You Ever Dream For
Belive Me I Whould
Babe, Come Back For A Little More
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To begin to love, learn to hate
To earn you trust, lose your faith
Get help up, fall back down
Stop spinning, but go round and round
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As She Screams In Pain
Yelling Stop Its Not A Game
As The Knife Sinks Deeper In
She Realizes This May Be The End
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Some Times Its Just To Hard To Tell
Im Bound To Go To Hevan Because
I Have Done My Time In Hell
It Sucks To Know Your The Last One
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