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Before you do it Come take my hand We're going for a walk. I know just what you're going to do And I think we need to talk. We'll go left Or we'll go right The choice is up to you. Our path depends on only one thing How do you see you? The path you choose Is left So that's the way we'll go. It's a path of feeling worthless Just so that you know. Right now I need to show you What you're going to miss. If you choose to give up now And give in to the devil's kiss. Look right there That's your family They're at your first preformance. But I don't think you'll be there Because you've given up on dance. Over there You'll see your grandparents They're holding your new guitar. But I don't think you'll be there Because you've given up who you are. To you're right You'll see a guy He wants to ask you out. But I don't think you'll be there Because you've picked a different route. I would go on But I won't say more I think you understand. Now I want you to answer me this Do you still want your life to end? See I was right Listen to me This is a better way. You're heading in a new direction now So I've got one last thing to say. Whipe the blood Off of your hand And put the blade away. Your life is worth more than you think Tomorrow will be a better day.
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Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 5:07 PM UTC
Don't Give Up.
Before you do it Come take my hand We're going for a walk. I know just what you're going to do And I think we need to talk. We'll go left Or we'll go right The choice is up to you. Our path depends on only one thing How do you see you? The path you choose Is left So that's the way we'll go. It's a path of feeling worthless Just so that you know. Right now I need to show you What you're going to miss. If you choose to give up now And give in to the devil's kiss. Look right there That's your family They're at your first preformance. But I don't think you'll be there Because you've given up on dance. Over there You'll see your grandparents They're holding your new guitar. But I don't think you'll be there Because you've given up who you are. To you're right You'll see a guy He wants to ask you out. But I don't think you'll be there Because you've picked a different route. I would go on But I won't say more I think you understand. Now I want you to answer me this Do you still want your life to end? See I was right Listen to me This is a better way. You're heading in a new direction now So I've got one last thing to say. Whipe the blood Off of your hand And put the blade away. Your life is worth more than you think Tomorrow will be a better day.
shelby-kortness
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Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 5:07 PM UTC
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