As I Pass Through Souls of Broken Glass...

Apr 29, 2004 12:03

Blood drips from my lips and you tell me that i'm beautiful...
You trace the black trails down my face with your razor blade fingers...

only to make me smile....

only to keep me here in this reality you've built around lies...

Stab me with your fingers, scream your dissatisfaction...

only to make me cry...

only to let a true smile shine through the tears...

i love the way you hurt me...
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