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So sick of all these days Laying in my bed Sleeping in your heart Dieing in your hands Bikes cry for one more ride Yeah well my life cries for one more day Lying dead and burried Never Feels the same again Dirty tires squeel Slitting my throat My voice sqeels like pigs on their last seconds We eat But we don't let live But all I need now is A letter to hold in my grave Bleeding from my last breath Drying cuts the vocal Of one last gasping choke And you cry Screaming cries For help It won't matter when I am dead From Letras Mania