your laughing at me
withheld from teh true emotion
your really cutting up inside
jsut because
teh taste of your blood is still on my lips
still on my hands
as i type a story
on my wishful life
so takeing a step back
i bounce of the wall
you criend
you cried ove rit
it being her
that bitch in teh back
i ahte you fo rher
as i hide teh knife
 
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