HELP YOUR SELF
Tired I am of the deception and thinking that On that I am living today To where there am to stop in drugs, Alcoholism or that I
I only want to escape and to shout That I am dying On the inside
Aid you do not only ask Same Help your self and It thinks that the damage It would tone down with Time
Aid you do not only ask Same Help your self and It thinks that the damage It would tone down with Time
That this cruel one can To sound and that my soul Died it can be
CHOIR
Today fodder that later Of to have seen everything Black color, a light One would begin to see
CHOIR Aid, aid, aid You do not only Request help your self same
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