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There must be a way,
A way to forget
The pain I caused you, but
My future is set.

There's crimes I commit,
There's nothing to save,
There's just a broken heart
In an empty cave.

There's no life live,
There's no tear to cry,
There's no way to go on
And I'd rather die.

There's so far to go,
And not enough time
To get where I must go
To pay for my crime.

There's a silhouette
Of a man here,
But I can't see his face
'Cause it's death I fear.

There's a gentle breeze
Ruffling my hair
And I'm so scared
You wont be there.

There's a pain right here
A shadow of hurt
And I curse the bright sun,
this earth, trees, and dirt.

There's one thing missing,
My life's bitter end
And who I will think of
When the wound mend.

There's a knife in hand,
A pill for the pain,
And I'm afraid of this,
I may go insane.

There's blood on the floor,
A lock on the door,
And this horrible pain
is making me sore.

There's emptiness here,
the telephone rings
and I answer it then,
thinking cryptic things.

There's your voice there,
Your breath in then state
You're sorry and you love me,
But it's much too late.