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Aug 2015
Getting kind of dark in here
Maybe its time to leave
You know the way out
Don't act like you can't hear me
My voice is getting louder
You can only ignore it for so long
Just try to resist my power
Try to resist my song
There are plenty of exits but one way out
Go ahead and take your pick
You can choose your own route
Are you starting to feel sick?

Wouldn't this rope look so pretty around your neck?
Or this knife through your heart?
Wait just a sec
We aren't quite ready to start

Look at this bottle of pills
Go ahead and take them
Not convinced still?

Pull this trigger
The job will get done real quick
Your feeling sicker and sicker
The air is getting thick

Time is ticking
We don't have all day
Are you done picking?
Any last words to say?

Silence!
I hear your voice
I know you're there
This is my choice
To live life I dare
To resist you and your so called power
I will continue to fight
I will not take the exit of a coward

Now leave
Your job here is done
I will not give in
Your song you've already sung

As pretty as you think it sounds
It's a little off key
Never had someone tell you that?
Guess that someone is me
Written by
Virtuous
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