Even with wings
I cannot fly
My world gets smaller
As time passes by

His cruel intentions
Have engaged in my head
Too many things to worry about
So many things left unsaid

So now Im going to draw a picture
A picture with a twist
I'll draw it with a razor blade
I'll draw it on my wrist

As I draw this picture
A fountain will appear
As I am pleased by the sweet release
My problems will dissapear

He knows not what I do
Or what I have done in the past
Soon my life will slip away
I better get to him fast

Even though he is not there
Even though we are through
I know that he cares about me
And I still care about him too
 
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