soul sits in darkness
blade against the skin
no one understands
that i'm dead deep within
heart left alone
coverded in cobwebs
and cuts deeper than skin
crimson tears run down my arm
it makes me feel so warm
even in a snow storm
look into my eyes
i'll tell you what
i'm caught in all these lies
even for all i do for you
i feel my soul is dying
my days are numbered to just a few
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