There hasnt' been a single thing
That I haven't applied my heart and soul into
But now I'm done
Iv'e had the times
Where I slowly slid the blad across my palm
Evern the time wehre it slowly slid across my wrist
But nothing happens
A prick of the finger
And we're on our way
No longer does that satisfy
The time came
The blad slids hard
And deep with no sympothy
Blood rushes from out of my veins
Mom walks in and stops the bleeding
I wish she never wouldof doen that
For now all she does is ask why
And the only answer I can give
Is love is blood
 
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