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Today is Saturday, July 31 (Summer break)

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Why???!!!

B.E.V.S.

The feel of air is over my head,
Destroying the path that I've once led,
I've thrown my life away in a thrill,
Like a deadly spine - crashing chill.

Oh, why should I bleed?
Oh, why should I die?
Oh, why should I fall to the feet of a 1,000 miles?

Oh, why should I drop?
Oh, why should I come up?
Oh, why should I lose the people that I care about?

Why should I?

The cold rush of air is on my skin,
The eternal burning of the Christian's sin.
My heart is the prize of a great city theft,
then it gets broken and I have nothing left.

Chorus...........

Why is there so much pain now?
Is there is someway I can get rid of it somehow?

The reasons I feel this is,
without you, I feel like I'm falling into a dark abyss.

Chorus............

Oh, why should I bleed?
Oh, why should I die?
Oh, why should I fall to the feet of a 1,000 miles?

Why?
Why?
Why?


Oh. why should I drop?
Oh, why should I come up?
Oh, Why should I lose the people that I care about?

Why?
Why?
Why? Why?!!!!!!!!!!!!

To the Volume 3 menu