Now, my life, is coming to an end.
Hell, shall rise, and i will try again.
But hold a gun, to my head and count 1,2,3.
Lets just say its something I need.
Just try it, love it, give it,
I cant find anywhere that I'll fit.
Life's given me shit all the way through,
So I might as well go somewhere that will do.
I know I'll have to tell her goodbye,
But if you want the truth,
I just wanna be part of your heartbeat,
Will you hold it tight, and not let go?
Because being with you is more than
The perfect style for my time,
Before I have none left, and I'll no longer get to see you shine.
