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It's All An Act.
I swear that I hate it,
the people I hurt.
My subconcious steals hearts,
from behind their shirts.
In my mind I protest,
hate every piece of me.
For the people who cut,
the people I made bleed....
This manipulation,
I never mean to perform.
The hearts I collect,
each one I mourn.
Someone make it end,
return every stolen life.
I'll pay back the debt,
with blood spilled by my knife.
the people I hurt.
My subconcious steals hearts,
from behind their shirts.
In my mind I protest,
hate every piece of me.
For the people who cut,
the people I made bleed....
This manipulation,
I never mean to perform.
The hearts I collect,
each one I mourn.
Someone make it end,
return every stolen life.
I'll pay back the debt,
with blood spilled by my knife.
Published 29th May 2012
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29th May 2012 5:36am
29th May 2012 5:52am
29th May 2012 6:37am
and here I was thinking I was the only one... couldn't have said it better myself
29th May 2012 6:43am
29th May 2012 6:40pm
