Needles on my wrists
And razor blades on my tongue
So many things to say
Hatered flows through these veins
Boiling my blood
Frying my brain
Sizzling my skin
Burning my heart
So you say it wasn't just for sex?
Thats all you ever talked about
Nothing else for that relationship
Bored beyond tears
Conversation had dried up
Theres nothing else to say
Your dogmatic presence will be alone
You wont have my company anymore
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