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My eyes Bleed
I can't see
Somehow I lost the best of me
On this night
I can't fight
I never did nothing right
So take me
And break me
These knives are rather friendly
I will cry
I wont die
Misery in eteneral life
Chorus/
I stand up, I won't die
You shut up, Or you'll cry
I'll break you, I'll test you
It's your turn, now pull through
Just get by, and get high
Numb the pain, see the lie//
But I'm dead
Enough said
These bloodstains stuck on my bed
Just leave me
I'm not free
You're words they killed me slowly
My heart's broke
My throats choked
Now I'm with the dead folks
I killed you
you pulled through
And now I've had enough of you
Chorus
The last verse
It's my curse
No it can't get much worse
You'll break down
There's no sound
You got knock out in the last round
I beat you
I killed you
But it's all because I loved you
Now this ends
Not my friend
I hope we never meet again
Blog Category: Writing and Poetry
Added on: 02/03/2008 21:43:11
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