To avoid the truth you just tell an lie
I did try
But all that came
Was more blame

Full of regret
My last tears where shed
Cause im on the verge dead
Did I have to lie that bad

Now im beging for youre helping hand
I just pretent
I just keep pretending youre warm hand comes to help me
Stil living stil bleeding
And stil its that hand what I am needing

I want to fight for you and me
Why cant you see
If that lie did it all
I wil hear the grim reapers call