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by Moose Apr 3, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I cut to bleed I cut to bleed, I bleed to feel, I feel a pain that’s sadly real. I’m here today, tomorrow I’m not, But that’s ok you all forgot. They Think There Lives are In There Hands, But violent use brings violent plans. They leave the broken souls behind, Just to feel the pain that’s hard to find. Mist of change, storm of power, Hope is delivered in the final hour. The light all fades so the sky will fall, And all life ends with no pain at all.