Suicide, it brings me life

It’s the only way I know how to cope with this
These tears are burning holes in my face
My memory of them is pure bliss
Now the memory forever erased

Even if you’re in hell
I’ll go down in flames
Just to see your faces again
But until that day
I’ll sit here and wait to die
‘Cause time doesn’t heal a thing

Suicide is the only thing left for me
Time just won’t heal anything

I saw you both in a dream
Your arms streched out reaching for me
In the night I woke calling your names
It’s so despressing, time won’t heal a thing

In my dreams is where I seem to find you
Consciousness is my hell
Close these eyes, forever I will sleep

Forever I’ll sleep, I need to feel your touch
I’ll close my eyes, I’ll come to you
So I can see you again

I’ll come to you, ‘cause time won’t heal a thing

Even if you’re in hell
I’ll go down in flames
Just to see your faces again
But until that day
I’ll sit here and wait to die
‘Cause time doesn’t heal
Time won’t heal
Time doesen’t heal a thing

Forever I’ll sleep, I need to feel your touch
I’ll close my eyes, I’ll come to you
So I can see you again

I’ll close my eyes

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