Killwhitneydead
if it ain t johnny cash it ain t country chapter 1 inhaling the breath of a bullet
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I am a voice for the broken hearted
I curse the day that this all started
I am a voice for those crushed of will
I wish for a day when blood will spill
The lies you spat flood my veins
Rippling beneath my skin
I must cut these trembling wrists
And cleanse myself of such sin
Look into my eyes
What do you see?
A broken man with a heart so decieved
I bleed, yet I breathe anew