Holy Hell & Old Vineyard

The tears on my wrists are red as ever
And the tears from my eyes stain my skin
My life isn't something worth breathing for
But then.....they found me out
They sent me to hell and back again.
I don't believe I deserve this.
They made my life garbage because that's what it is.
The bleeding heart of depression...

I can pretend to be alright,
The angel from hell can pretend to survive.
Nobody loves me so somebody kill me.
The bleeding heart of depression...

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