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When will you look at me? I look to you, I see your eyes, Big and inviting, But I can tell that you don't like me that, But I guess I can't change the way you feel, I could never do that, I would never do that, So I'll just take refuge with my blade and blood, And hide away again, I can see when im not wanted, I can see when im not needed, So I'll give you this letter you see, And It'll explain why you won't see, See much more of me, The last time you'll have to look at my face is when Im lowered in to the ground, My lifeless eyes staring at you, As im lowered in to the ground, buried alive, All I'll see is darkness as i die....
Crimson tears...
The tears you will cry shall never amount to the amount of blood spilled from these veins, or the razors dulled on a cold lonely night, So don't look to me for help, Im just as ******** up, Im in a mental insitution, I was told that it was the only solution, So im crying crimson tears again you see, While you cry your salty sobs, My head is throbbing, My veins are sagging, The white light im seeing is blinding, All the while im dying, your just stitting there crying.......
BuLL_ShEEt_BoX · Fri Jun 23, 2006 @ 12:16am · 0 Comments |
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