These little red lines
Traced upon my skin
I let the blood flow down
I wallow in my sin
This knifes the only way
To manifest the pain I feel
I focus on the cuts
The only thing thats real
I could have it all
But I gave up everything
expecting the fall
Never left waiting
What have I become
A sick and twisted soul
This knife leaves a cut
My pain it leaves a hole
If you could take it all
I'd give you everything
You shouldn't have to feel like that
a very lonely feeling
I'm tired now and weak
Tomarow I'll be strong
Today It's tongue and cheek
Tomarow I'll be gone
What have I become
A sick and twisted soul
This knife leaves a cut
My pain it leaves a hole
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