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"SECOND NOTE"

WAKING UP 
IN MY POOL OF BLOOD AGAIN
WHY IS IT THAT EVERYTIME THIS 
HAPPENS THE LAST THING I REMEMBER 
IS YOU

I BANDAGE UP THE CUT AGAIN 
CLOTH DOWN THE POOL
RETURN MY KNIFE TO IT'S SHEATH
TRING TO FIGURE OUT WHY
THIS IS HAPPENING DAILY 

I TRY NOT TO THINK TO DEEPLY 
BECAUSE I DON'T NEED THE THOUGHTS AGAIN
BUT AFTER THIS HAPPENS I FEEL REBORN
BACK INTO THIS HELLISH WORLD
AND MAYBE THAT'S WHY 

BUT YOU ARE ALWAYS ON MY MIND
AND MAYBE THAT'S WHY 
MAYBE IN A SECOND NOTE
IT'S THIS CUTTING THAT 
HELPS ME TO FORGET
Posted: 2006-10-14 02:27:43 UTC

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