Sitting on the bed,
in his lonely room.
Staring out the window,
at the screaming moon.
Crying like the clouds,
for some freedom soon.
He'll be crawling tonight.
He'll be calling tonight.
He put the metal in his pocket,
as he left he said,
maybe I'd be better off dead.
It seems that I'd be better off dead.
Staring outside at the rising moon,
hoping that he can end his misery soon.
Still don't know if it's savior or sin,
in a world where you never win.
In a world where you never can win.
Walking 'cross a field,
through the moistened grass.
Thinking 'bout his life,
sorting out the past.
Wondering which breath,
will finally be his last.
He'll be falling tonight.
He'll be calling tonight.
As he listened to the quiet,
he felt real sad.
Knowing that his thoughts,
were all that he had.
He sat real still on the cold, wet ground,
then he made a loud sound.
Then there was a very loud sound.
Staring outside at the rising moon,
hoping that he can end his misery soon.
Still don't know if it's savior of sin,
in a world where you never win.
In a world where you never can win.
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