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by Shaw Nov 1, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Who's going to catch you When its time; That you fall Who is out there to save you When you scream your last call? Is it that knife under the bed That soothes your mind with lies Or is it you Mom; Who doesn't care But to drunk; To hear your cries Your knife that shines with blood From yesterdays pain and hate Will anyone take a little look But its funny; Its to late? One day just maybe; It'll stop And that knife; Will be gone But maybe it wont stop? And that your soul will move on So just one last time; Cut deep And that last time it will all end And that fake smile will wash And this person you; No longer pretend Give it a day;Maybe it will disappear Into just the past; Just forget Or will it stay inside forever And always living in regret So take that knife; One last time It wont hurt anymore; I swear I'm the voice inside your head I'm the only one who listens and cares