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by Creed Short Feb 23, 2012 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
My life is coming to an end Because my feelings will not bend My love for you is still strong But you said it was all wrong I pray to God my soul to take I try to be happy but it's fake The thought of you hurts my heart And now we must forever be apart My heart and soul was given to you You marked my life like a tattoo I see the vultures picking apart my life So now it ends, this will have to suffice They say everything works out in the end But my heart will never mend Everything must one day die Now it is my time to say goodbye