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slit your wrist and cross the bridge
watch as the blood falls down your arm
as the color changes the words become sharp all in all still dark
in control of your own pain your own way

anywhere anytime it doesn't matter cut with all you have
the answeres to all your pain slain with the knife you use
a contest you can never really loose
because you can never really win
go for a swim in all the tears you shed through your arm

throw away your memories throw away your awakinings
throw all you feel you need to leave over the wall as the cut goes deeper
deeper and deeper into your mind into your pain
all the things you loose sleep over
all the things you wish you hadn't discovered
and all you think you didn't deserve

look next to yourself and be someone else
look at all the innocence with the lucky stick as you cut it
look at the wall as you tear it down in your mind and fly
as you look beside you see the same old story as yourself
as they cut deeper and deeper into there own despair

find your answers if dare
if you dare look for them past all you think will kill you
as you feel your body pull into all different directions at once
except for the one you really want to go


the discovery you have yet to see
the answer you are looking for
it's there but is it
control is what you need but it's impossible to have and hold forever
never will you be able to control your destiny
your fears or memories

as you wish to forget all you deeply regret
the only time to do that is when you see the rivlet of blood flood your arm
as the line of clarity runs thin
and just then it all makes sense

as to why you cry and why they lied
and why you love and hate to be what you want to be
and why u see what you refuse to be
and break and ack .

let the blood flood it all everything all and all
let it take and break over the fence
so lush red and dense
erase all faces erase all places erase all you want to see

look beside you once again
look at what you once were who you have been
look at it all with open eyes
when you didn't think to die and cry the tears of blood you now shed
as you hide and cut under the bed
and out of the cut flows more dread the color red

just let the blood run down your arm
into the puddle on the ground
lay your head down and no your safe
in your special mind set place