Slit made, blood flow
Bring my lips to yours
let our blood
Picked up outta the sewers
Been given a second chance
One thing
slitting your wrists
before the crucifix
you turn the other cheek
only to
Deal with what I cannot comprehend
Recurring nightmares that never end
Looking
I made my way acrossed the street
stepped over another crack
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Moonchild
I wished for you just to see me
Moonchild
I wished for
Always thought I was the exception
my own words
talk back to
help me out now God,
Take me from this place,
trading in
trippin' in a world of triplicity
I am alone, I am
strangled by your own logic
crippled by your own education
what we
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