The Hope I Confide In by A Bullet For Pretty Boy
Man can not stand up to the beast,
Can't stand without you.
It's getting darker, these days are longer,
With my face on the floor.
When they're beside me, what is left?
The late nights of darkness grow in number.
When they're beside me, what is left?
The late nights of darkness grow in number.
God, oh god, raise my strength and help me be tolerant.
Lay these scars on my heart, my days wait for this...
No tomorrow.
You will never hurt me, but you will make me bleed,
And this will be my last wish before I pass away.
Before I pass away...
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