i grow my hair long
so that it covers my eyes
and my new lifes site
is blinded from seeing
if i brush it out
i can only see you
and your always looking
mad,
so i comb it back
i've blinded myself from you
for my eyes i have two
and you make them bleed
so i decide not to see
now when you come to me
i only hear your srceams
so i know when to flee
and i mite never see again
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