Sorrow's Last Lonely Ride

The more i feel, the more i die.

Sorrow's last lonely ride

going down to a hell of my own making

Wont you throw me a line

save me from this dark nightmare

as into hell i slide.

The more i feel the more i die

everything is changing

like a turning of a wheel

i have nothing to hold onto.

The more i feel, the more i die

till nothings left of my heart

it was torn out with fiery claws

on the day you left me.

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