bruises and cuts to feed my pain
i figure there is nothing in life to gain
horror of the heart feeding my mind
nothing in life is ever kind
tormenting my soul in the light
thats the one place things should be right
i run from the pain, never getting far
i hide under my bed leaving the door ajar
nowhere to hide from this pain
but strength i do always gain
harder to hurt me this time
harder to deliver your crime
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Written March 7th, 2005
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