Broken Year

I'm staring in a broken mirror
A broken home, A broken Year

A broken year that's filled with screams
Filled with horror, Filled with dreams

Dreams that made full of blood
Full of knives, Full of love

Love that was made of nothing but fears
Nothing buy lies, Nothing but tears

Tear's that were made of horrible rain
Horrible storms, Horrible pain

Pain that was made throughout the way
Throughout the months, Throughout the days

Day's that all led up to this
Led up to death, Led of to my fist

My fist that holds what will put an end to my life
End to this pain, End to this knife

This knife that will bring me to heaven
Just in a flash, on the count of seven

1,2,3,4,5,6,7 Now I am dead, I'll see you in heaven

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