I'm lying on my bed alone in my room
   
A gun in one hand a razor in the other

I can feel the blood dripping from my wrists

My breathings heavey and my eyes are blury

I've hit the bottom and there's no way up

I'm saying My Last Prayer begging forgiveness

Hoping, Praying that I'll make it to heaven

As I raise the gun to my head I see the light

And I hear a voice say its not over yet!

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