Broken

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Will you end my pain? Will you take my life? Will you bleed me out?

Will you hang me out to dry?

Will you take my soul in the midnight rain while I'm falling apart, while I'm going. . . Will you end my pain? Will you take my life?

Will you bleed me out? Will you hang me out to dry? Will you take my soul in the midnight rain while

I'm falling apart, while I'm going insane?

A lot of people are searching for happiness. They're looking for it.

They're trying to find it in someone or something outside of themselves.

That's a fundamental mistake.

Happiness is something that you are, and it comes from -the way you think. -Can you break my bones?

Will you tear my skin? Can you taste my lust? Can you feel my sin?

See, I'm a waste of life, I should just kill myself. Yeah, I could slit my wrists, but it really wouldn't help.

Wouldn't fix my issues or change your mind 'cause I broke your heart and you buried mine. Now I'm six feet deep and I can't breathe.

I got dirt in my eyes and blood on my sleeve.

But I'll dig my way up through these roots and leaves so I can get some air, so I can finally breathe.

And now I'm on my knees, oh, baby, begging please.

Will you, oh, will you?

Will you end my pain? Will you take my life? Will you bleed me out?

Will you hang me out to dry?

Will you take my soul in the midnight rain while I'm falling apart, while I'm going. . . Will you end my pain? Will you take my life?

Will you bleed me out? Will you hang me out to dry?

Will you take my soul in the midnight rain while I'm falling apart, while I'm going insane?

We cannot choose the things that will happen to us, but we can choose the attitude we will take toward anything that happens to us.

Goodbye.

And don't you miss me when I'm gone. Goodbye.

'Cause you're the fucking reason that I'm not around.

Bye.

Don't you miss me when I'm, miss me when I'm gone.

'Cause you're the fucking reason that I'm not around.

Fucking reason that I'm not around.

Bitch, you're the fucking reason that I'm not around.