distill my words as i place them gently down your throat. I will feel your soul with my tounge as i see who you really are. eat your insides out while i bury a piece of my flesh into your wet walls, just to hear you scream. i love to touch you when you cry i love to see when you bleed from your eyes because that blood comes straight from the heart
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stressing over. so how about them nights when you understood what we were talking about?........and now you think you can call me emo. call me a man who didnt even know the meaning of upper class. call me someone that actually thought twice about stealing from your purse twice, and didnt, because i am not how you say, in a class. i was a few months ago, i was in a class then. but now to me nothing matters and nothing is real, that means i break all families and groups. i am nothing because i know everything in the end. what i know is that you dont know who i am because you never looked past the clothes past the eye lineer past the music (you didnt even look at the music) past my WORDS. you dont know me. you dont know eric. you dont know yourself. i will give you your tattoo because i said i would. so give ME a call when you want YOUR TATTOO. no one hates you its all in your head. i am not emo.
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