Please dont say your over me even thoe we both know its true, but that doesnt mean i wanna hear it.

Ever think of me?...cause i think of you all the time

The rain started coming down hard and the head lines said that a lover died that night.

As i open my eyes trying to remeber were i am i look over and i see my self lying in a crimson pool and it confusses me at first but then i relize... im finally free.

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Just call my name you'll be okay your scream is burning through my viens

But The Beauty Of Grace Is That It Makes Lifes Not Fair

The Minutes Are Passing Day And Night Im Trying To Make It Through With All My Might Just To See You One Last Time So I Know Your Mine

I Cant Make It On My Own

Your just another pretty faced wh o re who doesnt mean much

Ill show you mine if you show me yours first
lets compare scars and ill tell you whos worst.