Hidden
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
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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