A six foot abyss would make a great bed,
A place to lay my life-weary head,
And close my eyes forever to this world
Of deceit and sorrow.
Somewhere that no one could
Make me cry or laugh
And I'd be alone, not having to face
Another tomorrow.
Scars and bruises may run deep,
But things we've said and done so weep
From the wounds that make me long for my own grave -
And me to move on, nothing to save.
Oh the welts that throb with every heartbeat
Never stop to heal 'cause the beating's continuous;
No one can save me, I'm too far gone,
I feel the pain, but not for long.
A box all to myself with a stone on my head,
Pretty words scattered here and there
Flowers that I'd never see, and ruefull tears,
God, do keep them strong.
'Cause once I was strong,
But my will was lost
And if I could get it back,
I'd pay any cost...
Scars and bruises may run deep
But the things we've said and done so weep
From the wounds that make me long for my own grave
And me to move on, nothing to save.
Scars and bruises, they run deep,
But no deeper than my wounds that weep,
From everything I've taken, from then to my grave,
I'm too far gone, there's nothing you can save.

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