I drowned myself with liquid,
Came from my eyes, it poured
In a sharp slithering glide,
I drowned myself with liquid,
Not from my eyes,
But from the the bleeding wrist.
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I drowned myself with liquid,
Came from my eyes, it poured
In a sharp slithering glide,
I drowned myself with liquid,
Not from my eyes,
But from the the bleeding wrist.