I tell you there is more to this life.
Anguish and despaired, sorely a great pair.
IF YOU ARE TRYING TO DESCRIBE MY LIFE.
There is so much more, beyond this life.
But that’s no reason to turn to the knife.
If you could see, how much you mean to me…
Would you care at all? OR WOULD YOU LET ME FALL.
There is so much more beyond this awful town…
But don’t let the fuckers bring you down,
I am here, calling out to you…
But you just look and turn away.
I’m trying to help you, just come back to me.
I’m trying to help you, BUT YOU WANT TO BE FREE
(OF THIS LIFE)
We sit and watch the stars,
As
Down on us... Remember?
Times when you were happy?
I CAN’T WATCH YOU SLIP AWAY.
Right out of MY BLOODY HANDS.
And I want you TOO SEE, How much you MEAN TO ME.
And I will be here, and watch the stars alone,
And
Down upon the earth one last time.
And will you remember me? When you are gone...
Finally leaving this awful town
Mistakes to great to live down.
I let you in my heart and you tore it apart
My heart is bleeding; some hand me the salt…
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