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last confession
lost hope
hopeless
bleeding out like a knife to the throat
or like a gun or rope
i love you with this final note
i lack the ability to cry or cope
holding on to what was ounce there
and tired of people pretending that they really care
if i was here and you where there
this world wouldnt have a life to spare
dont waste a penny or dime
on mine
because a love like yours is hard to find
your spirit and heart are one of a kind
no innonocence lost
no ignorance either
just me watching my reflection as i grip the clever
blood pouring fast
i knew your love would'nt last
but a look in your eyes tells me other wise
will you be home tonight
even if you scream
and we get into a fight
if your crying ill make everything alright
as i hold you threw the night
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