Pull the rope just a little bit tighter,
Dont loosten your grip on those rusty chains,
Yank them just a little bit harder,
Till the blood flows free from my heart.
My eyes will bleed for you and only then wish that they will never again see
the light of day,
I wont feel the night,
Nor the rain down my face,
And i shall never again feel your hand in mine as we walk down this street
full of broken lies.
 
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