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Dressed and dried in blood/
but thats the way i like it/
it reminds me of the times when you were at my fist/
thats the way i frequently reminice/
surrounded by a broken room/
tossed and tortured and shrouded, soon/
ill take you back to the trench i often miss/
cut me up in peices and hide me in your stare/
my face hurts from depression/
and my legs break as i fall down the stairs/
and television screen is streaked with blood/
and smeared from your knuckles/
as you were trying to punch it out/
but you underestimated its strength... or maybe you just werent trying hard enough
drowning in a tub filled with poison kiss/
you feel it surround you and linger on your lips/
as your lungs begin to swell and start to bleed/
i crouch beside you puke, and cry/
the irony is that im the one who wants to die.
but thats the way i like it/
it reminds me of the times when you were at my fist/
thats the way i frequently reminice/
surrounded by a broken room/
tossed and tortured and shrouded, soon/
ill take you back to the trench i often miss/
cut me up in peices and hide me in your stare/
my face hurts from depression/
and my legs break as i fall down the stairs/
and television screen is streaked with blood/
and smeared from your knuckles/
as you were trying to punch it out/
but you underestimated its strength... or maybe you just werent trying hard enough
drowning in a tub filled with poison kiss/
you feel it surround you and linger on your lips/
as your lungs begin to swell and start to bleed/
i crouch beside you puke, and cry/
the irony is that im the one who wants to die.
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