Habbit

by Kouai   Jul 2, 2005


It Sinks a little to far this time
it hits the vein perfect
But noone care about this life of mine

My life turn to a blur
I cry out for help
The blood flows a slow slur

I never intended on this pain
I really do hate this
‘Cause from it there's nothing I can gain

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