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I slit my wrist, just to watch the crimson flow / All the words that I wrote are pooling on the floor / Your shaking hands, they won’t open up this door / If it’s a place we've been before, then I'm not staying / Pages caked with dust / Handwritten stories unfinished / I found myself at the end of a leatherbound collection / Stories written by a friend / A sweet, most certainly dead friend / And at the end a sad journey into the reflection of one’s self / And it hurt as I thought, how could I respect wishes and just burn, take a walk, as it burned all his life work in a box, under suits, a padlock / His genius understood / His last words, “Like a dog” / I could have been there and I can, but I won’t because I can / Maybe i’m just getting old, sentimental towards a friend / But I’ve been drinking all day long, can’t quite pinpoint what it is / I’m trying to be strong, strong for him but I’m afraid that I just can’t / I see that cross, you've been wearing around your neck, I pretend like I forget, until it's on my back / You sing my songs like you knew what they meant / You’ve agreed but can't respect, so put my words in embers and in ash / I’m spread thin, oh headaches / Forget it, I’ll spend the next few years with my head down low / Undress them with my eyes some more / I’ve spent some time sleeping and I hate it / But I need it, I know that / Just pieces left with apathetic readjustment / Oh, my god, oh ma’am / Would you like to stay and watch the digression of a man? / I promise one hell of a show, maybe cut off both my hands / Limp around the stage til I get sick / I’m afraid that I just can’t / Talk too much, no, not right now / I am losing my near sight, my wits, my smile / But I can’t quite pinpoint what it is, I’ve been drinking for a while / Find what you love and let it kill you
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