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Time To Go.

I have this burning itch
To remove myself
From you only you
Like I’m going to fall on broken glass
You won’t even break my fall


So let me fall
Let me cut
Let me bleed
Only then will I heal

I’ll lose my mind a thousand times
Curse my heart
All faith and hope

In a dark room
I’ll get my high
See the honour
In my pain
The loyalty
In my love
The glory
In giving you up

With this broken soul
I’ll count to three
And walk away.
Written by erika
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