Wednesday, July 11, 2007


Pick a scab as many times as you can. It won't make it go away any faster.
Pour salt in your wounds. It hurts just as much as the first time you cut yourself.

Doesn't it?
Stab your arm, cut your vein.


It won't make it go away.


As much as you might try, as much as you might pray it won't stop.
It will haunt you until the end of time, I will haunt you until your dying day.

When you're sitting there alone.
When you're wondering why that is, think of me and remember what you did.

Think of me and remember your life, remember regret, remember.

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