I lay awake in my bed,
To listen to myself cry
Remembering all what they said,
And wondering why I even try
Warm tears fall to the floor,
They drip off my face
Just like how my warm blood did,
As I hope you would walk through that door
I listen to a song that makes me hurt inside,
I listen to the yelling I hear
Being the cause of it all,
Being the screw up is what I fear
And blood and tears don't mean a thing to me,
Just another flaw in me
I just want something new,
Something better than what all has to be
Warm tears on my pillow as I fall asleep....bleeding.
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