a voice says dont bother screaming
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day one has come and gone away
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served on this diet of needles and knives
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convincing myself to stay alive
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are these the eyelides you tried to save?
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(i drink to forget your face)
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we all know what goes on,
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and we know justt what you've done.
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it is even worth it to say im sorry, just because
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such simple things i missm in spite of all this
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is it even worth it to say im sorry, just move on
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a voice says dont bother leaving,
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day one has come and gone away .
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choking on hopes, and words i never wrote,
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i'll try to survive on this long night.
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on this warm night the taste gets worst.
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the lips i thought i touched now just hurt.
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come on and catch me, i know that you want me.
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its written all over your envious arms.
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the smell of your breath
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the feel of your neck
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the scent of assurance spilt over my neck
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Day One And Counting
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