Из альбома: The Weak and the Wounded

I'm drawing the lines you read to
I'm digging these hives so thoughtful
Try getting away you've got to

You made this a game
I laugh at the sane
You gave a name I've got to

You're beautiful without your eyes
You finally know how to cry
I'm feeling drops of assanine
For your sake don't let them dry

I'm not like you
Blind and see through
Fun to dig through

Kicking your poems note
Another cry from a dry throat
See I don't have to believe you
But you better believe me
You affected no one's life
Just infected and redeemed sight
That's why I'll do you the favor

I love everything about you

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