i cant even try
now that you've bled me dry
so i can no longer move on
from everything thats gone
the sharp knife in my hand
to make the final stand
and take away all the pain
that falls in the rain
show the demons that have come
that im ready for my final song
when the words no longer make a rhyme
and stand still this final time
how can you see my fate
when you cant stop your own
cuz its in this final state
that i am left alone
now that i see the light
for the final time
i finally lose my sight
unable to shine
Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 9:13 PM UTC
i cant even try
now that you've bled me dry
so i can no longer move on
from everything thats gone
the sharp knife in my hand
to make the final stand
and take away all the pain
that falls in the rain
show the demons that have come
that im ready for my final song
when the words no longer make a rhyme
and stand still this final time
how can you see my fate
when you cant stop your own
cuz its in this final state
that i am left alone
now that i see the light
for the final time
i finally lose my sight
unable to shine
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