These blood-soaked rags,
they're everywhere,
I know this is wrong,
but I really dont care,
Another slice in my chest,
'cause I can't stand it any longer,
because you broke my heart,
so which of us is in the wronger,
The reminder that I'm still alive,
is the blood soaked through the tissue,
and these gashes on my chest,
make me remember how much I miss you.
My heart breaks every morning,
as I rise to dread the day,
waking to my world of nothing,
where theres nothing new to say,
Both my tears and my blood,
start to run within that first hour,
I watch myself cry and bleed,
in the mirror before I shower,
Though it takes a while,
to wash off all that Sin,
And I'll be doing this tomorrow,
because I know I'll Sin again.
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