Asking Alexandria
I Was Once Possible, Maybe, Perhaps A King
I see myself there waiting by the roadsideLaid claim to nothing but a black bag and the attire I stand inNo name, no historyJust a target on my temple and a hole in my headI could've been one of kingsThe shell of a boy of the man that I used to beA monkey in a man suitI stand here as nothing to youWind me up and watch me goLay down your gunsCut me from ear to earEye for an eyeThe glass is long gone brokenI walk this road aloneNo thanks to youLoad up your six-shot babyPut it to my headPull the trigger, blank I'd figuredPut it to me, deadLay your guns down let me die (scars)Why can't you just let me die (don't)Lay your guns down let me die (heal)Why can't you just let me die (when)Lay your guns down let me die (you keep)Scars don't heal when you keep cuttingAlways cuttingCutting deeperAlways deeperScars don't heal when you keep cutting
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