- cifra
My time, all my life
Some way, I saved
The memory, the pending
The family, surround me
A God given time
A God given gift of life
A time to take away
To kill the pain
To give me to the ground
The pills, the windowsill
Razorblade, great escape
So lonely, the feeling
The slipping, the bleeding
Good lord where are you found?
Carry judgement way underground
Did you laugh at me, now alone?
Shoulda changed my way by now
Hero
A God given time
A God given gift of life
A time to take away
To kill the pain
To give me to the ground
