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Are people really there,
When you need them most?
Or do they turn their back to you
while your knife is coming close?

It's really oh so easy,
to cut the pain away
But would people stick beside you
when your life has gone astray?

When the deed has passed,
your hands are filled with blood.
You look down at the tainted mess,
as the tears begin to flood.

While you sit in silence,
The simple mocking of the beast;
It tells you that you're worthless,
'cept your flesh in which it feasts.

But never, ever listen,
to the devil's hellish cry;
Just listen to the friends you have,
as they show you how to fly.