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Swank to the floor My ears are covered So I hear nothing except you Dancing in front of the mirror, In the dark, So I can picture myself any way I want Any way I need to… I close my eyes and move No longer fearing the dark I hold my knife close to my heart Protecting myself from the horrors of the world. Monsters try to bring me back to reality, Turn on the light And open my eyes Forcing me to see what really stares back from the mirror Knife protect me, Bring me to safety. Back to this gothic but garish look I adore Wrap me in your melody Carry me until My feet are far from the ground Until my voice is in sync with yours Continuously until nothing else matters Until the tears are gone And I do not clutch my chest in pain. My Knife My Knife, Protecting me always, Leading me to good places, My knife, Delivering me from a world of strife.
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May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 11:51 PM UTC
Swank
Swank to the floor My ears are covered So I hear nothing except you Dancing in front of the mirror, In the dark, So I can picture myself any way I want Any way I need to… I close my eyes and move No longer fearing the dark I hold my knife close to my heart Protecting myself from the horrors of the world. Monsters try to bring me back to reality, Turn on the light And open my eyes Forcing me to see what really stares back from the mirror Knife protect me, Bring me to safety. Back to this gothic but garish look I adore Wrap me in your melody Carry me until My feet are far from the ground Until my voice is in sync with yours Continuously until nothing else matters Until the tears are gone And I do not clutch my chest in pain. My Knife My Knife, Protecting me always, Leading me to good places, My knife, Delivering me from a world of strife.
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May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 11:51 PM UTC
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