Wounds

Blood, I have wounds

only you can mend, only you

my skin is rough 

but it can be cleansed, it can

my arms are tough

but they can be bent, they can

and I want to fight 

but I can't contend, I can't 

blood, I have wounds

only you can mend, only you 

Feel our bodies grow, 

I'm not going to pretend;

we're killing time and time is killing us

lying to each other, to ourselves, 

when is it enough

blood, I have wounds

only you can mend, only you

 

 

 

 

 

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