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There's one vital scene I watch Over and over again. And I almost want to do it. I know what you're thinking. She's lying. She's dramatic. She wants attention. And maybe you're right. But I set there before. In the bathtub. And the blade was in my fingers. And you can know me for a hundred million reasons But each of them fades when I want to see my blood Because I think life would be better, Would be simple If I couldn't feel I am letting down the only person I have left. The only one that stuck around after They told me he was the dark path, Wrong road to follow And it isn't you that I sesrch for But I can tell you know. One flinch of the nose, Hannah decides to have more ***** than me But I look at my finger tips. They are rough and chewed. They are old. I can take the shaking, The vomiting The stumbles and slurred words But I look at them and I want what you have The smallest heart beat in the world, Fingers around my pointer finger The love of my life there, Beside me And for once, For ******* once They say, "You need to eat" Because the feeling of bones is better than my worth The feeling of belonging is better than my tears And bob doesn't know me today, Or ever really, But giving up isn't in my blood
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Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 1:57 AM UTC
Bob's Blood
There's one vital scene I watch Over and over again. And I almost want to do it. I know what you're thinking. She's lying. She's dramatic. She wants attention. And maybe you're right. But I set there before. In the bathtub. And the blade was in my fingers. And you can know me for a hundred million reasons But each of them fades when I want to see my blood Because I think life would be better, Would be simple If I couldn't feel I am letting down the only person I have left. The only one that stuck around after They told me he was the dark path, Wrong road to follow And it isn't you that I sesrch for But I can tell you know. One flinch of the nose, Hannah decides to have more ***** than me But I look at my finger tips. They are rough and chewed. They are old. I can take the shaking, The vomiting The stumbles and slurred words But I look at them and I want what you have The smallest heart beat in the world, Fingers around my pointer finger The love of my life there, Beside me And for once, For ******* once They say, "You need to eat" Because the feeling of bones is better than my worth The feeling of belonging is better than my tears And bob doesn't know me today, Or ever really, But giving up isn't in my blood
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24/the same as you
Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 1:57 AM UTC
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