A cut, a straight line.
Bloodrush, I feel fine.
One for every lie.
One for every time he said goodbye.
Bloodrush.
I feel fine.
Push it down, deeper this time.
I hide my blade for another day.
I wear long sleeves to hide the shame.
Jan 29, 2017
Jan 29, 2017 at 11:45 PM UTC
A cut, a straight line.
Bloodrush, I feel fine.
One for every lie.
One for every time he said goodbye.
Bloodrush.
I feel fine.
Push it down, deeper this time.
I hide my blade for another day.
I wear long sleeves to hide the shame.
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