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I have a knife in my hand,

I found it laying in the sand,

I seen a girl,

Who was once filled with joy,

She was laying on the ground,

She looked at me and didnt make a sound,

The sand is red,

Oh this moment I dread,

She crys for help,

But no one hears,

She hasnt much time before she dies,

I want you to remember not to cry,

On day youll see just how much I cared,

I love you a lot,

dont her me wrong,

But I couldn’t stick it out,

So instead Im gone.