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Tonight, there is blood on the love letters.
Blood on the hands that wrote them with desperate care.
Tonight, makeup will run down the tear streaked faces.
The tears will never end, I swear.
&& tomorrow, the night will be looked upon with contempt
& regret for acting like a fool.
The only contemptible thing is that every night will be the same.
&& every disappearance of the moon, will bring shame.
& this isn't the way it's supposed to be.
The music is louder, now, to try to chase it all away.
The self-loathing should be starting any minute now
Then the panic.
Next will come the indecision between doing what is right& doing what you want to do.
Weakness always wins.
No, no.. Strength comes from within.
Do something to take the midn off of it.
Write a letter to a lover.
Give up...
Once again, there is blood on the love letters.
Wake up. Wake up. Wake.
Blood on the hands that wrote them with desperate care.
Tonight, makeup will run down the tear streaked faces.
The tears will never end, I swear.
&& tomorrow, the night will be looked upon with contempt
& regret for acting like a fool.
The only contemptible thing is that every night will be the same.
&& every disappearance of the moon, will bring shame.
& this isn't the way it's supposed to be.
The music is louder, now, to try to chase it all away.
The self-loathing should be starting any minute now
Then the panic.
Next will come the indecision between doing what is right& doing what you want to do.
Weakness always wins.
No, no.. Strength comes from within.
Do something to take the midn off of it.
Write a letter to a lover.
Give up...
Once again, there is blood on the love letters.
Wake up. Wake up. Wake.