Control over Life,
Life over control,
Can't find an exit,
From this neverending hole.
Some call it Death,
Others call it Life,
Whatever it is,
It's packed full of strife.
Sometimes I can't cope,
With being here alive,
I don't know how it happened,
Yet still I live to strive.
To strive for my future;
To strive for my life,
No more broken razors,
And not one bloody knife.

Let's start over,
And try it once again,
I'll give it all my heart,
Minus all the sin.
 
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