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I’ve got that pounding headache again,
when the world could cave in at any moment but I wouldn’t care because in death loud noises & busy crowds don’t exist.
4 days of weeping and sleeping, I’m emotionally exhausted.
I’m so small I can only take so much, feel so much.
The only silence I get is from you and your sharpened tongue.
It cuts deeper than a razor against my pretty pale skin.
So here it goes again,
I’ll cut my tender heart in two for you, I have no need for it myself.

Long lost.

Choking on my cigarettes,
I want to be the ash that burns my throat.
The wind calls my name,
But I ignore it.

That wind that whispers my name is dangerous,
It wants my self destruction; My end.
I can't go,
I won't.

Nothing but lonely men with lonely hearts,
secret desires who can't be trusted alone.
Lost girls with blood on their ankles,
Bruises where tenderness used to lay.

Russian vodka shot by shot,
Wandering down dark highways.
It's only a matter of time,
Before I follow that wind.