Crimson reward
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The blood I shed seethes from my eyes
Blinding me from the truth
It covers me like a crimson shield
Me an ignorant sleuth
No one understands the pain I feel
Seeking my relief
No one ever seemed to care
That my soul has this much grief
No one ever seems to know
How important people are
No one ever seems to
Just until they're gone
Now that they're gone
The pain lingers on
As it once used to be
Everyone's afaid
To take their pain to a blade
Just like you did to me
Thank you for that
But I hate you as well
I never knew what would become of me
So I chose to rot in hell
For all I've done for you
You always have ignored
And to spare me the trouble of looking for attenition
You gave me a crimson reward
I can see the clock stroke twelve
And I'm staring at my feet
Just waiting for the floor to drop
Just waiting for my defeat
Praying to God,
Like a sorry sod
Who cries every time it rains
Now that I've been alive this long
Yearning for the afterlife become my hunger pains
I want a tourniquet
A sweet sweet tourniquet
To stop the blood rushing from my arm
Then I realized that deep down inside
I did less help than harm
Sprawled on the couch
Covering my eyes with a blanket
The world is too painful to look at
Will I ever get up
From this couch corrupt
Blinding me from the truth
It covers me like a crimson shield
Me an ignorant sleuth
No one understands the pain I feel
Seeking my relief
No one ever seemed to care
That my soul has this much grief
No one ever seems to know
How important people are
No one ever seems to
Just until they're gone
Now that they're gone
The pain lingers on
As it once used to be
Everyone's afaid
To take their pain to a blade
Just like you did to me
Thank you for that
But I hate you as well
I never knew what would become of me
So I chose to rot in hell
For all I've done for you
You always have ignored
And to spare me the trouble of looking for attenition
You gave me a crimson reward
I can see the clock stroke twelve
And I'm staring at my feet
Just waiting for the floor to drop
Just waiting for my defeat
Praying to God,
Like a sorry sod
Who cries every time it rains
Now that I've been alive this long
Yearning for the afterlife become my hunger pains
I want a tourniquet
A sweet sweet tourniquet
To stop the blood rushing from my arm
Then I realized that deep down inside
I did less help than harm
Sprawled on the couch
Covering my eyes with a blanket
The world is too painful to look at
Will I ever get up
From this couch corrupt
"Trying to be a person you're not is a waste of the person you really are."- Kurt D. Cobain (R.I.P February 20, 1967- April 5, 1994, we love u Kurt)
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"breathe, breathe in the air...don't be afraid to care...leave but don't leave me...look around and choose your own ground...for long you live and high you fly...and smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry...and all you touch and all you see...is all your life will ever be..."