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Picture
How long I have waited
To see your face again
Lying here beside of you
This is what love should have been
My hand caressing your face
Looking deep into your eyes
Beautiful golden locks
Forget all the terrible lies
I knew I would feel you again
Never has my heart felt so strong
A moment to never let go
It feels like it could go so long
He never stood a chance
As I speak beautiful words
That smile is plastered upon your face
My speach becomes more slurred
It seems as though you have nothing to say
Lying there staring into my eyes
I hoped for at least a few words
But I get nothing but my sighs
As my tears fall upon your cheeks
Your face becomes a blurr
Wipe as quick as I can
I knew this would occur
Blood covers the night
Painting the picture red
I had my final goodbye
Even if it was only a picture on my bed
The razor has made its mark
For all the world to see
Scorn my path if you desire
But no one has been me
Cut after cut the blood flows
And the pain wipes the thoughts
Into the darkness the soul slides
With longer and longer sleeves hides
It seems with a broken heart
Sometimes you go too far
The flow doesn't stop
Not enough strength for the car
Kiss thy foul blade
Give it praises unto God
For the gift has been given
Now hide thy pain under the sod
To see your face again
Lying here beside of you
This is what love should have been
My hand caressing your face
Looking deep into your eyes
Beautiful golden locks
Forget all the terrible lies
I knew I would feel you again
Never has my heart felt so strong
A moment to never let go
It feels like it could go so long
He never stood a chance
As I speak beautiful words
That smile is plastered upon your face
My speach becomes more slurred
It seems as though you have nothing to say
Lying there staring into my eyes
I hoped for at least a few words
But I get nothing but my sighs
As my tears fall upon your cheeks
Your face becomes a blurr
Wipe as quick as I can
I knew this would occur
Blood covers the night
Painting the picture red
I had my final goodbye
Even if it was only a picture on my bed
The razor has made its mark
For all the world to see
Scorn my path if you desire
But no one has been me
Cut after cut the blood flows
And the pain wipes the thoughts
Into the darkness the soul slides
With longer and longer sleeves hides
It seems with a broken heart
Sometimes you go too far
The flow doesn't stop
Not enough strength for the car
Kiss thy foul blade
Give it praises unto God
For the gift has been given
Now hide thy pain under the sod
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