I see myself there waiting by the roadside<br />
Laid claim to nothing but a black bag and the attire I stand in<br />
No name, no history<br />
Just a target on my temple and a hole in my head<br />
I could’ve been one of kings<br />
The shell of a boy of the man that I used to be<br />
A monkey in a man suit<br />
I stand here as nothing to you<br />
Wind me up and watch me go<br />
Lay down your guns<br />
Cut me from ear to ear<br />
Eye for an eye<br />
The glass is long gone broken<br />
I walk this road alone<br />
No thanks to you<br />
Load up your six-shot baby<br />
Put it to my head<br />
Pull the trigger, blank I’d figured<br />
Put it to me, dead<br />
Lay your guns down let me die (scars)<br />
Why can’t you just let me die (don’t)<br />
Lay your guns down let me die (heal)<br />
Why can’t you just let me die (when)<br />
Lay your guns down let me die (you keep)<br />
Scars don’t heal when you keep cutting<br />
Always cutting<br />
Cutting deeper<br />
Always deeper<br />
Scars don’t heal when you keep cutting

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