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Spinning 'round in circles,
In my head, I am sick. I want to cut myself, Watch me bleed.. Fein'ing for something I'd never had.. I scratch myself. I scratch til' I bleed.. But still, I'm looking for something. What do I want? What do I need. I see darkness, I see red.. Connect the dots, From hive to scar. Fingernails long, Razor sharp. Tear here, Tear there.. What a filthy mess. Lines of mascara, Down her face. Now you see her, Full of disgrace. Warm to the touch, I feel like falling, I want to.. Watch me.. Turn into dust.
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