If It Ain't Johnny Cash, It Ain't Country

I am a voice for the broken hearted
I curse the day that this all started
I am a voice for those crushed of will
I wish for a day when blood will spill

2. I Already Have Enough Friends

The lies you spat flood my veins
Rippling beneath my skin
I must cut these trembling wrists
And cleanse myself of such sin
Look into my eyes
What do you see?
A broken man with a heart so decieved
I bleed, yet I breathe anew