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I'll light the match and try,
to remember all those times,
He drank gasoline,
Without knowing what it means.

And I Try to recover from the suicides I've seen,
I'll take my shot of poison,
Because I know what it means.

Turn out, the light,
So my face isn't shown...
Your voice, is the,
Only medicine I know...

Watch me Die...

I'll take this,
Ink from my arms and,
Wright your name in the Sky...

Please don't use,
my letters to start your,
Fires this time...

My ink is rushed to my wrists as I cut them through,
And no, you can't stop what I'm about to do...

Run my wrist down the wall,
And the white wall fades red,
And the colors intertwine,
Draining ink from my head...

Would you still think of me,
if I sacrificed...my life..
So you could look up,
and read your name in the sky?

To Have you here would,
break my heart, and to,
Have you gone would burn my eyes

I use my ink to, fuel my matches and...
Start your fires this time...