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Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets.
This is not a small cut that scabs and dries and flakes and heals.
And I'm not afraid to die, I'm not afraid bleed and fuck and fight.
I want the pain of payment. What's left but a section of pigmysized
cuts, much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks.
Will you be my little cut, will be you my thousand fucks?
And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid.
To fill and spill over and under my thighs
My sad, sorry, selfish cryout to the cutter
I'm cutting trying to picture your black broken heart.
Love is not like anything...
...especially a fucking night!
Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets.
This is not a small cut that scabs and dries and flakes and heals.
And I'm not afraid to die, I'm not afraid bleed and fuck and fight.
I want the pain of payment. What's left but a section of pigmysized
cuts, much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks.
Will you be my little cut, will be you my thousand fucks?
And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid.
To fill and spill over and under my thighs
My sad, sorry, selfish cryout to the cutter
I'm cutting trying to picture your black broken heart.
Love is not like anything...
...especially a fucking night!
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