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[sutenko]

She sat up, crying in the dark
Screaming to spit the cotton from her mouth
Between the rasps and grit of sleep
I heard her speak to the walls so quietly

"Life kind of tastes like heroin
Still I can't get enough of it
But I'm just so sick of living life like this
Tracing all these fucking messages
Through every page of paper
Measuring lust against the stars
And everything I ever believe
Against everything I've ever wanted to love"

So she cried
And her heart, it bled
And through the darkness I could hear every word she said
Oh, she said,

"In the middle of every night
I cry on the shoulder of my bed
Rending sheet with the same knife
That slashed the skin along my thighs
The world was in my hand
Still the copper tastes like copper
But I am better than the blood
Washing down the backs of my legs"

So she cried
And her heart, it bled
out onto the sheets
Staining them with sunsets
Melted in the face of Egyptian snowstorms
When she feel down to the pillows
There was nothing I could do
Except hold her hand and simply
Be there for you.