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man I use to be
Too much time, thinkin' 'bout all of my mistakes
My heart grows cold, My soul is on it dying edge
I hunger for life, love what I want to embrace
I walk along the lonely dark roads
I walk thought the day and night
My soul going weak, Lost is where I’m at
My life has become a debt that I owe
I walk along on cold lonely road’s
kicken it down the street thinkin 'bout everything that went wrong
my eyes cry every time I close them to sleep hopping for my last cold breath
I hope this cold path leads me back where I belong
pay my debt with the soul I hold
got too much pride ,Needing a helping head
Too weak for me to pick up my blame
Down deep inside it’s killin’ me with it pain
Close to my heart is the man I use to be
My heart grows cold, My soul is on it dying edge
I hunger for life, love what I want to embrace
I walk along the lonely dark roads
I walk thought the day and night
My soul going weak, Lost is where I’m at
My life has become a debt that I owe
I walk along on cold lonely road’s
kicken it down the street thinkin 'bout everything that went wrong
my eyes cry every time I close them to sleep hopping for my last cold breath
I hope this cold path leads me back where I belong
pay my debt with the soul I hold
got too much pride ,Needing a helping head
Too weak for me to pick up my blame
Down deep inside it’s killin’ me with it pain
Close to my heart is the man I use to be
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