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I miss the Blood
written by AnonymousGhost03:29 AM 4/22/05I miss the blood than ran down my wrist
It always swirled into an awkward twist
I miss the red stains on my razor blade
I miss cutting behind the shade
I love the scars that show my pain
I hate the pain that makes me insane
I miss the blood that punished me
For all my stupitity
I miss the blood that showed I meant business to my eyes
I miss the slicing of the black skies
I miss the blood that I hated to fuckin much
I'm so happy it's gone, and everyone stopped makin a damn fuss
No more blood, no more cuts, just scars left behind
No more night of less breathing to make me blind
So do I miss the blood for real?
Is that how I feel?
No, not at all...
It's razor's reason for my fall
Now I'm clean but I still remember the past
When I thought the blood would never last |
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