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Something Has to Change...
Time carves my soul,
like a razor
I bleed for a hope that no longer exists
I shown you my heart and you crucified it,
All of my scars spell your name.
I load another bullet in the gun called life...
Maybe this time I won't miss.
like a razor
I bleed for a hope that no longer exists
I shown you my heart and you crucified it,
All of my scars spell your name.
I load another bullet in the gun called life...
Maybe this time I won't miss.
Published 18th Feb 2014
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