you may be the death of me
this pain inside my chest
you are slowly torturing me
i yearn for drunkeness on my breath
it numbs the pain
like it isent there
i will sit on that train
out the window i will stare
i have to leave
i need to get out
scared beyond belief
terrified without a doubt
it's time to use my voice
time to make a choice
stay in hell
go to heaven
getting out of this cell
i am a new person
you are alone
i am free
dont sit by the phone
dont wait up for me
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