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GAVE IN TO GIVE UP
WANTING TO LEAVE
FEET MADE OF CONCRETE
NO WHERE TO RUN
LIFE WANTS TO LEAVE ME
TEARS I CRIED
MY SOUL SLOWLY DIED
MY HEART WANTS TO BURST
THERE'S BLOOD ON MY SHIRT
MY BODY GETS WEAK
THIS CORNER I SIT
MAYBE SUMONE WILL FIND ME
HEARTACHE NO MORE
THIS BLOOD BEGINS TO POUR
IM TRYING IM TRYING
MY WORDS CRUMBLE AND CREEK
TO COLD TO MOVE
GENTLE HANDS NOW SHAKE ME
FEEL FOR AH PULSE
FAINTLY I HERE
WANTING TO SCREAM HELP
THE WORDS JUST ARENT THERE
MY HEART BLED OUT
ANOTHER SOULESS COUNT
TRAPPED IN AH DREAM
WHILE HELL CRUSHES ME
EVERYTHING GOES BLACK
NO MORE TEARS TO HOLD BACK
BREATHLESS AND COLD
FEET MADE OF CONCRETE
NO WHERE TO RUN
LIFE WANTS TO LEAVE ME
TEARS I CRIED
MY SOUL SLOWLY DIED
MY HEART WANTS TO BURST
THERE'S BLOOD ON MY SHIRT
MY BODY GETS WEAK
THIS CORNER I SIT
MAYBE SUMONE WILL FIND ME
HEARTACHE NO MORE
THIS BLOOD BEGINS TO POUR
IM TRYING IM TRYING
MY WORDS CRUMBLE AND CREEK
TO COLD TO MOVE
GENTLE HANDS NOW SHAKE ME
FEEL FOR AH PULSE
FAINTLY I HERE
WANTING TO SCREAM HELP
THE WORDS JUST ARENT THERE
MY HEART BLED OUT
ANOTHER SOULESS COUNT
TRAPPED IN AH DREAM
WHILE HELL CRUSHES ME
EVERYTHING GOES BLACK
NO MORE TEARS TO HOLD BACK
BREATHLESS AND COLD
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