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Small simple safe price.
Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets.
This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals.
And Im not afriad to die, Im not afraid to bleed, and fuck, and fight.
I want the pain of payment.
Whats left but a section of pig me size cuts, much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks.
Would you be my little cut, would you be my thousands fucks.
And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid.
To fill and spill over and under my thoughts.
My sad sorry selfish cry out to the gutter.
Im cutting trying to picture your black broken heart.
Love is not like anything, especially a fucking knife.
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I was in drama today and daniel had this song on his mp3 player...andd its been in my head all day, so I came home and listened to it, then decided to write down the lyrics. So here it is.
For no reason what so ever. Enjoy your evening.
.
.
Small simple safe price.
Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets.
This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals.
And Im not afriad to die, Im not afraid to bleed, and fuck, and fight.
I want the pain of payment.
Whats left but a section of pig me size cuts, much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks.
Would you be my little cut, would you be my thousands fucks.
And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid.
To fill and spill over and under my thoughts.
My sad sorry selfish cry out to the gutter.
Im cutting trying to picture your black broken heart.
Love is not like anything, especially a fucking knife.
.
.
.
I was in drama today and daniel had this song on his mp3 player...andd its been in my head all day, so I came home and listened to it, then decided to write down the lyrics. So here it is.
For no reason what so ever. Enjoy your evening.