in the corner with her crystals and her pills still a slave to lifes cheap thrills let the blood spill let the blood spill she remembers thje time he spent trying to get in her head she cries for him but his soal is dead(Chorus)-her pain isnt ral a phantom threat they beg and plead dont give up yet her hearts a book with blood stained pages he promised a love to last the ages hes gone hes gone hes gone-her mind told her to forget but her heart insists that nothings over yet the same old sob story is what they say but wrists disagree each and every day-chorus- one final cut she wnet to far she let the blade cut out her heart now hes still gone hes out of reach and hells gates he cannot breach -chorus-
at the begining were gonna have a childrens choir sing hes gone hes gone were gonna have and orchastra play soft music then were gonna start the guitars and bass then the drums then the singer sings
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