miércoles, 31 de diciembre de 2008

blood's on my face and my hands,and i
don't know why,i'm not afraid to cry
but that's none of your business
whose life is it? get it? see it? feel it? eat it?
spin it around so i can spit in its face
i wanna leave without a trace
cuz i don't wanna die in this place

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