| Circles of Hell |
|---|
| I could give you my heart |
| What would you say dear? |
| I could open my arms |
| I could just lay here |
| Often as I try |
| To keep you off my mind |
| I would rather die |
| Than be locked inside my own hell |
| If I spilled all my blood |
| Would you still be here? |
| When it fills up my lungs |
| Would you shed a tear? |
| I’ve been left behind |
| Returned to the grind |
| If I spoke my mind |
| I’d be crucified in my own hell |
