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a steady stream of red
bleeds from the wounds i made for you
maybe this will make you see
all the shit I'd go through for you're good
every now and then I wonder
if your eyes could ever truly see
all the pain that I keep secret
stowed away from your naivety
chances are you're just another
blind to every word and prayer
that I cast in your direction.....
maybe you're just too self absorbed
with you're over blown heart erection
or maybe my own good
will soon die at your discretion
Who knows?
Maybe I'll cast aside the desire
to open up the veins that matter
even though
honestly
I think it' s the only way
that
I'll ever get you to
surrender