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sitting alone in the shadows of my darkest fears,

i know i was his tool,

i see the tears and the open cans of beer,

yea he played me for a fool,



now is time to pay the price,

take your turn and roll the dice,

your eyes are cold as ice,

are you willing to sacrifice?



you did what you did,

and with this said,

i shall be dead,



i thought you was my friend,

but now its the end,

i take this knife,

and my wrist is slit,



theres blood running down my hand,

and a big puddle in the sand,

Im in a body bag,

Im soaking wet,



i clenched my fist,

i dont deserve the best,

i now lay calmly and rest,

and its not a test,



Im dead,

but was it murder or suicide,

you cant be for certain,

but its up to u to decide.