look at my arms, look at my blades, every time i cut it always rains!
look at my scars, they wont go away, i stay day and night with the same pains!
twisted mind of evolution has rose again to destroy me and you and all of our friends the emo tender touch we cant seem to stop and the knifes we use, we cant seem to drop.
when we burn our veins we carve our names on our selfs, the pain hurts but feels so good straight out of hell!
when we hang each other day and night we do it alone with no one in sight!
when we some some weed and try to get high, feeling whoosy watching the nights fly bye,
when we listen to music its so dark it travels in a land so very far apart!
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