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Blood runs down my face from a cut on my forehead from a beer bottle that you through at me the night before I taste metal I'm seeing crimson This is my own fault You're leaving with the slam of the door Two words come to mind I'm sorry I can't see straight The windshield is smeared It's been a downpour this whole time I'm driving down the street 100 on the highway Headlights are flying past me Two words come to mind Liberate me Tell me what I could do Bring you back in this bed Blood stains are covering the sheets Handprints on the walls I've itching to taste you again Our nights together play in my mind Over and over again pushing me Two words come to mind Love me This doesn't feel the same The lights are out and the candles you lit are flickering This is the end One moment bleeds into another I'm burning the books that my father read to me as a child 6 billion people in the world And I'm only thinking of you Two words come to mind Come home Survival of the fittest But I never fit in anywhere I'm floating on the dust of the gun The spider are weaving through homes in my bones I can't keep wishing on this sickness Two words come to mind Wake up The rope pulls on my throat Scratching and clawing I'm thinking hang in there My foot is slipping now A note falls to the floor Words scribbled in black ink "Please stay alive" Two words come to mind Forgive me
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Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 9:09 PM UTC
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Blood runs down my face from a cut on my forehead from a beer bottle that you through at me the night before I taste metal I'm seeing crimson This is my own fault You're leaving with the slam of the door Two words come to mind I'm sorry I can't see straight The windshield is smeared It's been a downpour this whole time I'm driving down the street 100 on the highway Headlights are flying past me Two words come to mind Liberate me Tell me what I could do Bring you back in this bed Blood stains are covering the sheets Handprints on the walls I've itching to taste you again Our nights together play in my mind Over and over again pushing me Two words come to mind Love me This doesn't feel the same The lights are out and the candles you lit are flickering This is the end One moment bleeds into another I'm burning the books that my father read to me as a child 6 billion people in the world And I'm only thinking of you Two words come to mind Come home Survival of the fittest But I never fit in anywhere I'm floating on the dust of the gun The spider are weaving through homes in my bones I can't keep wishing on this sickness Two words come to mind Wake up The rope pulls on my throat Scratching and clawing I'm thinking hang in there My foot is slipping now A note falls to the floor Words scribbled in black ink "Please stay alive" Two words come to mind Forgive me
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Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 9:09 PM UTC
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