I start bleeding when she’s leaving
and every scar on my fingertip is a reminder of
all the lessons learned
all my missions trying to find her and
I can’t complain
I kind of like the pain
She ain’t even got a name
she just lives in my brain
and says..
She says she loves me
but she comes and goes when she pleases
when the door shuts
it’s like another papercut
and now I’m stuck with a hand full of bandaids
until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades
claims she loves me
but she cuts me into pieces
when I’m sewed up
here comes another papercut
now I’m stuck with a hand full of bandaids
until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades…..
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