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Thu 15 Jul, 2004 09:43 pm
The so called ink stain tells you lie
The blood of you strays on this knife
Every abandoned midnight talk
Leaves you restless on life walk
Friendships turn to stone
Love chips into a rock
Temptations carve it sharp
Life stabs you in the back
These hidden scars underneath this dream
Watching waiting to slip up and scream
The knife knows the taste of blood to well
Tell yourself that life is worse than hell
Friendships turn to stone
Love chips into a rock
Temptations carve it sharp
Life stabs you in the back
Bleed to death or at least try
I feel the rain made God cry
He washed away blood once again
He can do the same with your sins