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by Roxy Dec 3, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / lost relationships
This is my drug this is my cure I'm running from you It goes to co-inside with this knife I'm ready to damage some more This is the one thing you can't take away I won't Put my drink down Until your drunken away You tell me put down that glass I see you in my mind but I'm sure after a couple more the aching will go blind Thanks to you I'm sinking, I'm falling I can't feel my head I feel the blood on my wrist I remember what you said I push harder, deeper cutting through the surface of my heart It bleeds, it bleeds I die It bleeds, its bleeds I die