stop touching my face and saying you love me
i dont understand the passion you have
i dont understand the hatred you have
pain deep inside cutting the bare skin
slices and slices that are paper thin
i cut myself and bleed for you.
blood that flows, flows and few
understand me now? i question you
could love really ever be true?

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