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[(Blood shot red)]
written by Open_Until_4Am07:25 PM 11/25/04For every word you speak.
It's like a knife cutting inside out of me.
Open wound, loses of blood.
Rush, Rush, and never call me anything at all.
But you look at me like I'm already dead.
What's the problem my good friend.
Was I not good enough for who you are.
Never laugh at me your just a whore.
Fall to the empty ground.
Does this seem so safe and sound.
Call to me, Call to me, and never be returned.
Un played, do you know just what to do today.
If life were a game, then just wait it's almost over.
Feel like you’re a goner.
Oh do you see the color in their eyes.
Blood shot red hate out to get you in the night. |
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