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Death Before Dishonor How many people really care? I wish I could take this all away At the end of the day, How many people will be left standing there? I can't tell you how to act My soul all but left intact The closer I get The further you disappear The more like myself I become The more things become unclear You made this decision You build your own prison I am the one who, Tried to save you from drowning I offered you my hand But still you strayed away from me To take a pointless stand I tried to heal you But you wont even save yourself I'd rather be in love than choose wealth I choose death before dishonor I'd rather die Than put my head my beneith the sand I'd rather walk away Than do all I can