LYRICS: I see myself there waiting by the roadside, laid claim to nothing but a black bag and the attire I stand in. No name, no history, just a target on my temple and a hole in my head. I couldve been one of kings. The shell of a boy of the man that I used to be, a monkey in a man suit. I stand here as nothing to you, wind me up and watch me go. Lay down your guns, cut me from ear to ear, eye for an eye. The glass is long gone broken. I walk this road alone, no thanks to you. Load up your six-shot baby, put it to my head, pull the trigger, blank Id figured. Put it to me, dead Lay your guns down, let me die, (scars) why cant you just let me die ? (dont) Lay your guns down, let me die, (heal) why cant you just let me die ? (when) Lay your guns down, let me die. (you keep) Scars dont heal when you keep cutting, always cutting, cutting deeper, always deeper, scars dont heal when you keep cutting. myspace.com/askingalexandria DISCLAIMER: This song is by Asking Alexandria and I have no part in making it. This song is owned by Sumerian Records and Asking Alexandria and in no way do I take any credit for the music. I’m just uploading it so people can see it.