Title: Can't you find it in your heart?

Staring at the razors edge, I look up, as I step off the edge, no more fun, what I holp in my hands is as dangerous as a gun, but this is who I am, no more lies, this isn't a scam

<chorus> Can't you find it in your heart, to help me through this torment, while my life falls apart, my sanity crumbles on the ground, in a pile of blood and cigerette ash, and no, happiness cannot be bought with cash, love is all I need in life, please God, no more pain, no more strife.

Why can't you see, as you stand there are yell, what your doing to me, but I guess you don't give a fuck, because in your god damned ways, you seem to be stuck, you never cared, not even a little bit, it's never been in you to give a shit.

<chorus>

So is this my fate, to life in solitary, ruled by my hate, I don't think so, it's time to take these horrible feeling, and let them go, it's time for the sun to shine, time to live and love, it's clear to me, everythings going to be fine.

<chorus>

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Title: Untitled

Look at us
chikdren crying,
Disease and famine
people dying,

We fight our wars
trying to make the world a better place,
Say it's better
staring into a sick childs face,

Our self-proclaimed king Bush
can't see us,
But he jumps
if anyone oversees makes a fuss,

They don't give a fuck
as they build another bomb,
To drop on Iraq
kill a poor childs mom,

This is how the world works
it's just how it is,
Just another day
for big business,

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Title: Untitled

Last night I found you
on my bed,
last night you screamed at me
grabbed the hair on my head,

You said I was worthless
but there is something I know,
something hidded
but I'm to scared to show,

All the shit seems to build
it eats at my soul,
as my life crumbles
and my sanity dies in whole,

I have the power to change
we all have it,
the chance for a better tommarow
to drop the shit...

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Title: I am depression...

I am hate
I am spite,
In my dark world
Sympathy is not in sight,

You want love
You want me to care,
Show me a reason
Why you are one I should spare,

Look at you
In your cradle of shit,
I care not
As you throw your fit,

You think your perfect
So much better,
Say that now as you lay depressed
You wrists getting wetter,

Your cutting trying to find something
Trying to find your life,
Through all the pain
And all the strife,

You forsake everyone
Destroying those in your path,
Your father abused you
Because you failed a test in math,

Want to know me
I am depression,
When will I go away
Is your only question...

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P.F.K.
solemn lines