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I cry these lonely tears
that no one else can see
i wish there was a way to get through
theres got to be

With my blade in my hand
I'll cut this lifeless skin
my life is nothing
such a worthless sin

a rope around my neck
it gets tighter and tighter
I'm becoming to weak
I'll let you win, I'm not a fighter

the gun in my reach
the bullet in my view
you didn't think id commit suicide
you didn't have a clue

Now I'm gone
in heaven to be free
I'm not worth it
dint cry a single crimson tear for me

I'm buried now
six feet under ground
I'll still be screaming
but you wont hear a sound