If there's ever a time
Where you come to me
With blood in your hands
In a cold white sheet
I'll give you a hug
And stroke your back
Because what you did
Will fade to black
The marks that you made
With no such care
Will not be forgotten
Because they're still there.
So hold on tight
Let's go away
To a better place
Tomorrows another day.
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Author:
jennas (
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- Category: Sad
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