^APulled to the cente^Dr and thrown to^A the outside, ^DPeople all aroun^Ad you; you're al^Cone ^DCreased and crevas^Ased, ripped to ^Dthe core; ^D7With every breat^Dh worth taking ^CCrimso^An rivers won't wash the pain away, ^GThis noose won't bring a better day, ^CBroken shards of many fall around you (You're not alone) ^DYour tears, call ^Gme; that story running dow^An your cheek You plead; kill me, end this life

^AGrab my hand, and wi^Dpe the tears that lie to you, (you are far from alone) ^GYesterday ^Dmay not come, but don't cut out tomorrow, ^DWait for^G that blinding light; your sorrow we ignite

^GScattered fragme^Ants of ^D7your own, are the only ones around you, ^CDrowned^D and beaten by the pain that you have given ground to,

^CYour tears, call me; these streams of red crawl to fingers You plead; free me, from this life

^AGrab my hand, an^Dd wipe the tears that lie to you, (you are far from alone) ^GYesterday^D may not come, but don't cut out tomorrow, ^DWait for that blinding light; your sorrow we ignite

^AYou will not go this way, Set your sorrow ablaze ^D