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by Brandi Owens Jul 7, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Put a razor to my wrist Put a gun to my head Leave me there Motionless and dead Walk away with not a care Walk away like I was never there I hid the pain For so long And now look You’re still gone Over and over I gave you my love I thought you were an angel Sent from the heavens above Now I see That I was wrong Cause no matter what You’re still gone Put a knife to my throat Or through my chest This is all done by My request