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restless nights, i lay in bed
my heart is aching, my eyes are red

i think of you, the times we had
you stood by in good, but were gone in bad

I think of this and start to cry
i contemplate, i wanna die

i hear your voice, like your next to me
but yet i know, this will never be

my razor close by, my knife in hand
I think of you, In that far away land

Laughing, talking, Joking around
While i lay in blood, Your nowhere to be found

came to me again randomly and had to write it down so?