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Your Death, I Feel
If I reach out to you,
will you take me by the hand,
let me see your scars and feel
your pain,
Cause we've all been thru the same shit,
and all felt a little fucking insane,
but I know where you've been to,
I've also been to hell and back again,
I think, I'm still there
I see it in your eyes, and breath the same air that you
breath, cause when you're death enters into me,
I feel my soul begin to bleed,
I relate to the bruises and have also felt useless,
But one thing that I fucking refuse,
to do
Is to go down, although you might see me on one knee,
I'll still be around, even if I'm suffering
But I'll make it for now, this you must know, inside we
all bleed, but continue to endure, thru this misery
I don't know, if the truth be told,
what you'd see, if you looked into
this darkened soul,
It's full of skeletons and cross-bones,
and the hurt of a fucked-up world,
Seems like madness, is the only thing that it knows
Been so long since it's seen the light,
it'd probably disentegrate, if beheld the aura
of that unwelcomed sight
The whips of words, have shredded my spirit,
but the one thing that I find most endearing,
is that though we might all feel alone,
there's someone else who's been
there and knows, just where we are
coming from and can keep us from losing control
And this keeps me refusing
To
Go down, although you might see me on one knee,
I'll still be around, even if I'm suffering
So if I reach-out to you, will you take me by the hand,
let me see your scars, and feel your pain
Cause when you breath into me, I feel your death
will you take me by the hand,
let me see your scars and feel
your pain,
Cause we've all been thru the same shit,
and all felt a little fucking insane,
but I know where you've been to,
I've also been to hell and back again,
I think, I'm still there
I see it in your eyes, and breath the same air that you
breath, cause when you're death enters into me,
I feel my soul begin to bleed,
I relate to the bruises and have also felt useless,
But one thing that I fucking refuse,
to do
Is to go down, although you might see me on one knee,
I'll still be around, even if I'm suffering
But I'll make it for now, this you must know, inside we
all bleed, but continue to endure, thru this misery
I don't know, if the truth be told,
what you'd see, if you looked into
this darkened soul,
It's full of skeletons and cross-bones,
and the hurt of a fucked-up world,
Seems like madness, is the only thing that it knows
Been so long since it's seen the light,
it'd probably disentegrate, if beheld the aura
of that unwelcomed sight
The whips of words, have shredded my spirit,
but the one thing that I find most endearing,
is that though we might all feel alone,
there's someone else who's been
there and knows, just where we are
coming from and can keep us from losing control
And this keeps me refusing
To
Go down, although you might see me on one knee,
I'll still be around, even if I'm suffering
So if I reach-out to you, will you take me by the hand,
let me see your scars, and feel your pain
Cause when you breath into me, I feel your death
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