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Ive got five minutes left in this life Fate sealed by a man and a knife He says that I must make a choice Who's the last one to hear my soft voice He hands me the phone and I shake I pray this is a joke or its fake But the grimace on his face, all to real My hands numb, I can't seem to feel The thoughts in my head all collide I look at the numbers and just can't decide I should call my boyfriend, its true But instead all of my thoughts are on you He yells that I take too much time Breaks the phone and goes on with his crime A quick thrust,The knife pierces my lung While your names on the tip of my tongue Yes your names on the tip of my tongue

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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