Marie ...

every step towards the door
made leaving hurt so much more
i took one step and then another
we had to be there for each other
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should my heart stop beating
i want you to know
i love you all
and just can't let go
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why do i bother
when they don't care
why do i suffer
if life isn't fair
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i hate the way they look at me
i hate the way they think they see
i hate the way i smile at him
i hate the way my lifes harsh and dim
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Forever my love
for this is goodbye
im boarding the plane
just to keep me sane
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another day just like the last
somehow i hold back the tears
i'm in a living nightmare
getting tougher day by day
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once upon a lifetime
our love is clear to see
once upon a lifetime
together we will be
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razor blade leaves a blood red line
leaving a sure sign I'm not fine
blood running down with my tears
not even managing to hide my fears
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the end of the end
is just round the bend
i almost can see
them letting me free
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you can see that i'm afraid
as i hold the razor blade
here i sit and slit my wrists
my eyes are dazed in a depression mist
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perhaps the tears aren't worth crying
though they can see inside i'm dying
in between us a glass door
trying to hide me for sure
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death in the shadows
on the night when no ones here
the person no one fears
on the night when no ones here
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my sweetheart my baby my last goodbye
for this will be the day i die
the rope is ready
my hand unsteady
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darkness follows the angel
my angel who wears black
perhaps a fallen angel
sunlight resting on her back
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her name was cold an haunting
her heart just stone and cold
she said life isnt worth living
for the soul that she had sold
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he smiles at me
because he can see
what i've been through
what i'm gonna do
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if i could be there
i tell you i'de care
many miles away
im here to stay
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you'll be ok
its happened before
it will be sore
you'll be ok
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i have forgotten how to love
never seen that pure while dove
i have forgotten not to break
not wanting to live for my own sake
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the ghost of my memory
lies withern and torn
memorys can die
yet memorys are born
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