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Late nights
You up late crying, saying you can't take it anymore.
Take the next step, open that door.
Just remember once you leave, there's no turning back.
Take the knife, cut it deep.
Leave your self alone, fall deep asleep.
I'm tired of hearing it, they're tired too.
It's all that's on your mind, what's left to do?
Oh you're scared? I'd be too .
Pull back, raise your head.
It's just for tonight, they don't want to see you dead.
Another close call, another downfall.
It's just the beginning, depressions a war,
We'll never be winning.
Take the next step, open that door.
Just remember once you leave, there's no turning back.
Take the knife, cut it deep.
Leave your self alone, fall deep asleep.
I'm tired of hearing it, they're tired too.
It's all that's on your mind, what's left to do?
Oh you're scared? I'd be too .
Pull back, raise your head.
It's just for tonight, they don't want to see you dead.
Another close call, another downfall.
It's just the beginning, depressions a war,
We'll never be winning.
Published 22nd Aug 2013
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