Die Tonite

by manders   May 21, 2007

The cuts are a choice
My love is a crime
No one can hear me
My pain is inside
Looking at me
You might find
A fake smile
And Lying eyes
I've been like this for awhile
These tears I cry
Wounded veins
A bloody knife
Inside theres pain
And a messed up life
Give me a pill
To cure the pain
I want to kill it
Or go insaine
Stop the tears that I cry
Or kill me now, b/c its time to die!


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