red river, by Eric
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"RED RIVER"
MY BLOOD IS FLOWING LIKE A RED RIVER
THE KNIFE IS IN THE WALL
I'VE GIVEN UP
I DON'T CARE IF PEOPLE SEE
THESE CUTS
THEY RUN DEEP ALL OVER MY BODY
MIGHT AS WELL FORGET
THE PAIN DOESN'T HURT
BECAUSE IT HAPPENS SO OFTEN
I DIDN'T WANNA BE HERE ANYMORE
I'VE TRIED RUNNING AND
I'VE TRIED FIGHTING
EVERYTHING I'VE TRIED MAKES
ME WANNA DIE
FORGET EVERYTHING I'VE SAID
DEATH IS ON ME NOW
MAYBE I SHOULD LET IT COME
FREEBOM WITH MY OWN BLOOD
MY BLOOD FLOWS LIKE A RED RIVER
OVER MY OWN PALE BODY |
Posted: 2006-10-14 02:12:32 UTC |
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