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RIP Chris
There's things better forgotten
things we regret and everything begotten
the past full of distant memories tasteless remedies horde full of enemies eveyones exemining
me
I cant just lay back and wait
to see your distant face
I can't just wait
when your in my place
So I'll Take this Razor Blade
and I'll be coming home today
I'll go to meet you come what may
but it seems you lost your way
I'll come to see you your house was on the right?
I'm guess you won't be coming home tonight
I'ts my fault she said my fault we did
our fault that we couldn't take anymore our fault were morbid
no matter if i take this razor blade
and dug it across my vain
I'll end up surviving
living with this mortal pain
How come i can't see you anymore
why does it make my heart continously sore
Why didn't i die when we both bled upon that floor
FOrever making the same scar
acrossed my scarred up wrist
forever waiting to see you
Were best friend no matter what chris
So I'll take this Razor Blade,
no matter how many times it takes,
and only you know I'll be leaving home today...
