try
bleeding is believing
i saw you crawling on the floor
why
bleeding is breathing
you're hiding
underneath the smoke in the room
i saw you falling to the floor
my lullaby hung out to dry, what's up with that? it's over
can't play well enough/can't sing high enough/can't scream loud enough/can't run fast enough/can't be slim enough/can't be wise enough/can't love pure enough/
can't hurt hard enough
some men never
die some men never live
but we're all alive
tonight.
and truly, i don't weep, do you?
(i just hope he doesn't tell anybody
i'm not pretty)
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