Another knife
In my hands
A stain that never comes
off the sheets
I'm so dirty babe
The kind of dirty where
the water never cleans
Off the clothes
I keep a book of the names
And those
Only go so far til you
Bury them
So deep and Down we go
Touched by angels
Though I fall out of grace
I did it all so maybe
I'd live this every day
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Lyrics of the day , poems, thoughts
PoetryThere really is no plot to this just random things to add some thing to read when u feeling down or just want to read something
