Sometimes

by black keys   Apr 14, 2005


Sometimes just to ease my pains
i come so close to cutting my veins

but i hold the urge back from the knife
for cutting myself could end my life

but what would happen if i did?
would anyone care of this secret i hid?

no one would notice my arm in a sleeve
long enough for me to leave

but sometimes i still come to close to say
from cutting myself, and taking my life away

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