My viens run dry with colden darkness,
I can't hold on much longer.
The blackest tears stream down my face,
There's nothing in this hand of mine that will make me stronger.

You try to stop me from falling any deeper,
But I slip right through your cold filthy hands.
The bloodiest memories come back to me,
I just want to drift away...into my dreams..to those far off lands.

I try to paint over the memories of darkness,
But they just fade right back.
Haunting me my past holds the knife in my back,
It's not a necklace or a softball bat...what it really is..is love that
i lack.

Go ahead and try and save me,
But I've walked to far down the road of hell.
I've been so deprived of good and happiness.
That God tripped me...and i fell...
 
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