At first glance you don't see the pain, dripping through my veins
My bleeding heart, beating slowly until it rains
A devastating, torrential downpour, upon these desert plains
Searching, I thought I found more, until I think again
The Saints abhore my concience, yes, I must confess
At times, I myself succumbed to stress
Diluting and polluting my body until I'm rowdy
And suicidal, hazmats couldn't clean this mess
Place ya bets, nothing happens randomly
I didn't mean to turn my back upon my friends and family
Ignoring what they're handing me, branding me
Withdrawls and insanity, and through it all, who's still standing? Me.
Never judge a book before you begin
Even if at a first look it's not inviting you in
The walls are paper thin, so when you get to the end
Read the story of my heart, through my open-cut skin
- Title: Cutskin
- Artist: 350Rocket
- Description: A 16 bar verse for a song my friend is doing. Kind of dark.
- Date: 12/17/2010
- Tags: cutskin
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