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Saint valentine
Waking in a cold sweat is no new thing
Or seeing blood on my hands
Or scratches on my thighs and chest
I yawn deeply and try to forget
The horrid dream
And brush it off without a thought
I laugh as try to play a chord and fail
Not like it matters,Kurt Cobain can teach me in Hell
I shower and fast for food is for pricks
And arm myself with hatred and fear
For its then I realize
I special little baby,is almost here
Or seeing blood on my hands
Or scratches on my thighs and chest
I yawn deeply and try to forget
The horrid dream
And brush it off without a thought
I laugh as try to play a chord and fail
Not like it matters,Kurt Cobain can teach me in Hell
I shower and fast for food is for pricks
And arm myself with hatred and fear
For its then I realize
I special little baby,is almost here
Published 15th Feb 2012
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