United States
26° 30' 41.238" N, 80° 6' 33.6852" W

Finished cigarette buds empty beer cans
broken hearts and bloody hands
there is scornful pain behind these blissful eyes
i guess i was just blessed with the gift of lies
there is not much to say
but to mention the darkness of my day
it wasn't normally my form of expression
simply a way of screaming depression
it seems to me i haven't quite learned my lesson
guess its time for another bloody session
forget "to write love on her arms"
did you know you're the reason for her harms


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