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Mar 01, 2005 16:52

you think im lost in my own world
always stressed about the same girl
im tired of being a piece in your game
im tired of being the same
change me
complete me
you cause me to feel the ebb and flow of life
you constanly put into my chest the cold, sharp knife
you laugh as my black blood flows from my heart
it drips onto the floor
Your face is priceless
the look of horror when the dark liquid drips down my chest
thought it was red didnt you?
ha! only what blood remains is the one no one knows about
the dark secretion of a scarred heart
i stand and leave
leaving you shocked
chalk another one up for my twisted fate
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