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second see
written by wixx01:26 PM 8/27/04Black leather smells like shit
Bound to chains what is this?!
Is this my life?
Or is this hell??
Is this a dream?
Dont see my shell..
Blood al over me
Naked and cold
Who said I want this??
Makes this to a hold!
Somebody can you hear me
Help me from my sick mind
My second half canâ??t help me
I thought I was kind..!
Big wet tears all over my face
Throwing my head down
Just in case
Bound in my own sick mind
The blood.. Im about to die
Im doing this to my self
The only question is why?!
Just shoot myself
that holds me down
stops me from bleeding
stops me from drown
but first un thigh me from this big leather thing
then I can kill myself
then I can sting
cant help myself from myself
cant help myself from this pain
but wait.. I see my savior
Im not going insane!
Theres a key just right ahead
There across that little red rose
The little red
Looks so alive
Its from someone
Wait thats right
That little red belongs to me
Now I know! Im the key
Yeah.. Its all clear to me now
The little red told me what to do
So I get a knife
un thigh my hands
and take a deep breath
the only thing I have to do
is just lose my head
away are all my problems
away is my second see
the only thing thats missing now
is the life of me .. |
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