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ok so a few months ago i got real angry at something. and i wrote this little song and im quite proud of it, if i do say so myself. anyone else's opinions?
We sit and think,
As we wipe dry.
All the tears that we cry.
I'm on the brink,
The edge of insanity.
Wondering what do I see in this vanity?
I lay here burning in my mentality
Cut, stab
Watch them bleed.
You'll not suffer
For this sinful deed.
Put them through their sorrows
For they would grieve in the end
Take the broken from the heart
Try to find a way to mend.
You end the pain,
Break the streak
As they become bleak.
In their vein,
The cold, it begins to pulse.
You watch as they convulse.
It finally hits, the true reality.
Cut, stab
Watch them bleed.
You'll not suffer
For this sinful deed.
Put them through their sorrows
For they would grieve in the end
Take the broken from the heart
Try to find a way to mend.
They're finally dead,
They're bleeding the red.
Enough was said.
As you're tears were shed.
thanks
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