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Domalie

Stab a heart with words
I know you dont feel guilt
If it Doesnt bleed, it doesnt hurt
is that what you go by?

What am i to compare to your pain
When your story is stuck deep within your lungs
you zipped your mouth and kept it shut
speaking only through your veins

Every slash of a memory
Written and scribed on your arm
holes and scars and scratches
lies and hate and love

Your heels they drag in yesterday
bringing misery to present oppurtunity
you kill just to prove your sanity
your heart is cold and ill

Sorry is an insult
no one ever bends down on their knee for you
always wanting guidance
but never wanting to be told what to do

Honey your for sure impossible
And your treasure is rusted deep
like the soul that used to be bright
like the life you threw away
like the love that ran away





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