He stuggles to hold himself up
His last moments left in this life
Why should he move on
When he can end it with a knife
He takes one last look at her beautiful face
Its the last he'll ever see
Tears run down his cold face
Now that it can no longer be
He looks at the sky for a reason why
Blank, empty clouds stare him back
He gives out one last yell
As the blood in his veins turn black
The life he thought, The life he had
Wasn't worth a single breath
But what awaits him true and real
As he's now faced with death
Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 10:26 AM UTC
He stuggles to hold himself up
His last moments left in this life
Why should he move on
When he can end it with a knife
He takes one last look at her beautiful face
Its the last he'll ever see
Tears run down his cold face
Now that it can no longer be
He looks at the sky for a reason why
Blank, empty clouds stare him back
He gives out one last yell
As the blood in his veins turn black
The life he thought, The life he had
Wasn't worth a single breath
But what awaits him true and real
As he's now faced with death
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