Listening to: Slipkont-Weight and Bleed
Feeling: bruised
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"Questions"
If I cut away all my scars,
I'll have new scars to show;
To prove my eternal love;
To prove I'm always yours.
If I dye each day inside,
It proves I love you more.
If I hide away my pain,
You'll never know I'm here.
If I tell you all I know,
If I ask When?, Where?, and How?,
Will you know how much I care?;
Will you feel the rage in me?
If I show to you my hate,
Will you know it's only love?
Should I continue to love and trust,
When you've recked all that I am?
Will your child know your name?,
Or will you care in the end?
Fuck the questions!
Fuck the answers!
All I want is you!
Fuck the pain!
Fuck the passion!
Our child needs you too!
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