October 21, 2009
By , Pinckney, MI
If we snip here
And cut here
What blood will you drip?
How many time can you be unwoven
Before you fall apart?
Don't believe what they tell you.
This isn't a stage.
The rocks aren't the bottom,
You'll keep falling
Until the cold numbs the pain.
No amount of drugs
Will soothe your soul.
It's all a big lie
That you're told.
And if those people
You call your friends.
Hold the match,
Maybe it's time
to plant a seed.
And grow again.
Live above the influence

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