Just stand in the darkness with bloody hands.
Why is it so easy to find pain and the fragileness of love hard to keep?
Fall down to your knees with the blood on your face not knowing what to expect next.
Look up toward the sky in reach of a better place.
Lay on the street motionless just to die in your sorrows.
Pain is nothing to you anymore 'cause all you've experienced is all the pain.
You fight so hard that you stay lost in yourself.
The way out is never easy, but you still try.
Still you try, but you still go down to the world of hell.
Just try to think of a way out. Only one way you know what to do.
Reach in to your pockets to find a knife in one hand and a gun in the other.
What shall you do now?
Laying on the ground and think
Knife to the Heart... or Gun to the Head...
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