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One last time.
He keeps on pushing,
Trying to see through his blood shot eyes.
In his head he keeps thinking,
Trying to understand.
In his heart he keeps believing.
Crawling in the dark, can't find his way out.
Coming around to reality,
He needs to fight his way out.
His waited too long,
Been stuck for far too long.
Holding on tight to the ring she gave him for his 17th birthday.
He still believes she's the same as before,
Won't accept the fact she's different.
No longer cares for him,
Doesn't love him,
Doesn't want him.
He keeps pushing,
Trying to see through his blood shot eyes.
One last time,
His head is pounding,
His heart is ripping.
This is the last time,
Just once more.
His left for dead,
Just waiting for her.
Trying to see through his blood shot eyes.
In his head he keeps thinking,
Trying to understand.
In his heart he keeps believing.
Crawling in the dark, can't find his way out.
Coming around to reality,
He needs to fight his way out.
His waited too long,
Been stuck for far too long.
Holding on tight to the ring she gave him for his 17th birthday.
He still believes she's the same as before,
Won't accept the fact she's different.
No longer cares for him,
Doesn't love him,
Doesn't want him.
He keeps pushing,
Trying to see through his blood shot eyes.
One last time,
His head is pounding,
His heart is ripping.
This is the last time,
Just once more.
His left for dead,
Just waiting for her.
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