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History Collides With Reality and Paper
written by First2Last06:57 AM 2/6/05Sharp edges on my skin
digging deep within
history's repeating
as i sit here bleeding
Count- 1, 2, 40 cuts
drowning in this endless rut
complete my cycle more and more
hiding stains upon my floor
Oxidizing red to brown
tell me what you think right now
green ink and red stains
dripping on this paper's plain
Permifried and incomplete
i need some high to carry me
i want someone to help me here
my body's filled with empty fear
Hold me down, let my mind dance
im rushing after every chance
repeating all mistakes again
wishing we were never friends
Going back so willingly
im getting fucking mad at me
im fucking wrong the whole worlds right
im surrendering this fucking fight
Bloods splatter's on this paper's plain
i miss the clouds and freezing rain
i miss your body next to mine
and the lives we had that intertwined
Sharp edges on my skin
Why wont i ever win?
history's repeating
til the moment you stop reading
Count-1, 2, 60 cuts
i was a skank, now im a slut
improving life less and less
the blood helps me relieve my stress
Organizing all the ways
to get me through this fucking day
Pale skin and blue eyes
too cold for moths and butterflies
Tendencies to be a bitch
Getting high to scratch this itch
history's repeating
why am i even breathing?
count- 1, 2, 90 cuts
youre expecting me to fuck this up
sharp edges on my skin
i swear im made of tin
no heart, no brain, no eyes to see
i think im sick of all of me. |
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its so emo...
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