My sins

by mihara   Oct 8, 2005


The things that i have done
can only be resolved with a gun
my sins can never be erased
for the things i have done in haste

for the people i've killed
can never be healed
their crimson blood is on my hands
and yet no one understands

my head is going crazy
and everything is getting hazy
the images are getting blurred
for everything that has occured

i want to end this pain
before i go insane
from the ghost's haunting
and their continious taunting

i cannot die
no matter how much i try
they won't let me
i can never be free

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