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i walk this road of blood , i dont know where it gos .
my life is getting thin of time .
i can not keep going in this nightmare im createing .
this lie that im telling is as old as time its self but the people im telling my lie to are as young as the clock thats ticking away at my life .
the sands of time go down that hour glass .
all i can do is watch my life wither away .
what can i do ?
who can help me ,
without listening to my lies .
do you no who i am do you no who im am ?
do youeven care ?
i walk this road of blood , i dont know where it gos .
my life is getting thin of time .
as i spin my web of lies.