I will be a bundle of nerves
A ****** mess on the floor
Consumed by anxiety
Streaky, matted hair in a disarray
And a little death around my eyes
The sound of your voice
The imaginary touch of your hand
Pulling me through
Holding me tight all through the lonesome night
Touching my soul
Keeping me warm
I'll carve and cut and sever (my ties)
Blood spilling out of me, clotting in my black carpet
I'll hurt myself, just like you
To **** the pain, I will maim
To **** my disdain and for ever
Remember your name
Mar 21, 2012
Mar 21, 2012 at 9:07 PM UTC
I will be a bundle of nerves
A ****** mess on the floor
Consumed by anxiety
Streaky, matted hair in a disarray
And a little death around my eyes
The sound of your voice
The imaginary touch of your hand
Pulling me through
Holding me tight all through the lonesome night
Touching my soul
Keeping me warm
I'll carve and cut and sever (my ties)
Blood spilling out of me, clotting in my black carpet
I'll hurt myself, just like you
To **** the pain, I will maim
To **** my disdain and for ever
Remember your name
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