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a change would be nice
Sitting by the shattered glass
Watching the rain wash the blood down
Trying to remember how and why
Thought I was better
I thought I could have control
My thoughts have had no reason
As I followed my own trails of blood
They guided me to truth
I am my worst enemy
Watching the rain wash the blood down
Trying to remember how and why
Thought I was better
I thought I could have control
My thoughts have had no reason
As I followed my own trails of blood
They guided me to truth
I am my worst enemy
Published 28th Oct 2012
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