A knife to my chest

Or a gun to my head

as i  breathe my last breath

though  im already  dead

Who cares if i die

Or is this just satans lies

its myself i despise

All these tears i done cried

is life still worth living

try after try

Ive cried out to God

but im not sure that he hears me

failed attempts to survive

maybe my success lies in dying

Thats probably what youre thinking but youre not thinking clear

ive been there before you can make it you can live

You were formed my Gods hands so on his word you just stand








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