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I wake up cold and sweaty scared to death

need to calm down need to take a deep breath

where am I and why do I want to die

I sit in my bed I scream and I cry



with the shot of a gun it could all be through

and maybe someday i'll come back clean and new

death no longer scares me like it used to do

no longer do I sit or do I wait for you



**bang** it could all be over no more hate

if I think of death then it must be fate

**bang** I could start all over brand new

tell me what it is i'm supposed to do



do I wait it out or take my chance

if only from you i'd get a glance

over a guy I know its so stupid

but look at me this is what he did



bruises and scars that will be there forever

you said that you would hurt me never

now I don't trust you i'm scared so bad

and when we don't talk it makes me sad