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It's a sin they say, to end one's life

They even say it's not the only way



What do they know, they never lived

a day, like the days i been through

being broken into pieces by stone cold lies

cut my wings everytime i try to fly



As i look through the dust

I see myself being crucified



All i wanted was love

and people to be remembered by



but all i have is ashes of my dreams

Scarful soul, tortured and whored

betrayed and traded by my friends

bared naked in the crowd



Unloved by all, no one to call

say my lines to be wrong

No matter how much i try

I will be uncared and soured



As i say farewell to you

As i stand on the edge

with blood pouring through my wrist

And poison racing to my heart



I say goodbye, as i die

Looking straight into lucifer's eyes