The dryness to be

It hurts to see my pain in my eye I just want to see the end when it ends I want to see the cold rusty me The dryness to be, the biggest part of me The ego that ran; to be free And the horrible pain in my chest Has became essential And even if i sing my poems It will be crazy to believe me So i say let's sing it together Since I'm already crazy to think that this pain will ever go away It's mixed up with my blood So that leads to cutting my hand open and letting the pain be a blood bath I wish I could be alive to see that Full of satisfying emotion.

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