Forgetting leads to fighting then to fucking
You scream and shout, and even laugh
Laughing is just like crying, come on just move on
Sounds of children calling on as they cut through the rye
My head gets filled up with fear and it feels like my soul is falling
But now you are racking your hands down mine
My crimson blood running down my arm, looks like redskin
I can’t keep holding on
Because my hand is feeling your face, but you’re looking away
I curse myself and just you let on, because you hate to lose control
Over everything, though I'm only strong in your crudeness
Let those painful tears run down your face now
What happens when blood mixes with tears, can they even come together
If it was too strong, would you just try to make me forget who we were
I couldn't stick to what you had me promise you
I wake up now, with a silhouette next to me, I have forgotten what the past was like
Every step away from me, I can see a little more of you, but there's something in your eyes
It looks like red tears running down your face, and now you can't see anymore
If so, where will your path take you if you refuse to forget
If so, how can anyone help you if won't stop fighting
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