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Jan 10, 2011 17:49

And the day pressed on like crushing weights for no man does it ever wait
Like memories of dying days that deafen us like hurricanes
Bathed in flames we held the brand uncurled the fingers in your hand
Pressed into the flesh like sand, now do you understand?

So tell me now
If this ain't love then how do we get out?
'Cause I don't know

That's when she said, "I don't hate you boy
I just want to save you while there's still something left to save"
That's when I told her, "I love you girl
But I'm not the answer for the questions that you still have"

this song, those last four lines, are the ones right now which make me want to drop the razor through my arm once more, in the most logical and peaceful manner.
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