My turn
I got one too. This isn't a song exactly, but meh:
Slowly you take the knife
and cut out my heart
It's relatively painless
and doesn’t last long
Memories start to fade
they're something I’d gladly trade
if it meant I’d forget the hurt
and I could forget the pain.
Words wont come now.
Silence is all I can speak
To think I was already weak
.... is enough
I'm sick of the dreams
And terrified screams
I'll go on, but I need you to hold me
~<(".<)
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