Blisters

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Finding the words is like the pain in my mind 

Looking in the mirror crashing down

Having dropping beats that loss my sick heart

Wicked fast they drive the past like a cage

Pounding in my head like a sad drum

From the sky I fall down tonight

Face on the floor blood in my mouth

Blue waves drift me to sleep in the pit of my soul

Dead on the vine bleeding berries in the wine.

Crying in water that is my cup 

Bitter taste what a waste life what is the point

You leave me quickly

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⏰ Last updated: May 17, 2013 ⏰

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