Now I sit here in the darkness
The red of the blood it burns my eyes
Never thought it would come to this
Never thought you'd die
He calls from out in the darkness
I can't deny his voice
I tried to stop it but I had no choice
I had to take your life
If I could have done anything
Trust me I would
It's no the way I would end it
With your blood dripping off my hands
Maybe oneday in the future
I'll try to make amends
But can't you see the blood stains on the wall?
In my dreams he calls
Someone save my soul.....
Copyright 2004 Chance
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