Listen closely, and you might hear a voice,
Again hopelessly, I will fight to see your choice.
Staying here, is nothing more than dying,
Shying from fear, is nothing more than crying.
Carelessly, I ask for a reason why,
Regretfully, I beg to die.
Heartlessly, I take for myself,
Beautifully, is always yourself.
My words float in silence,
But I know them down to a science.
Piercing my heart, these black tattoos,
Reaching for my heart, would always be you.
The sound of your voice,
Has faded like my screaming.
It's a choice we both made,
And we ended up bleeding.
So listen to my plea,
As I beg you to set me free.
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