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One Way To Cede
It's the metal in my hand, Like biting into an apple The juice runs down my arm Its nectar is what I need To make me cede Wanting it to be shown What it feels like to be me In the moment, I’ll give up hope This is the only way I know how to cope Will you just help me please? Wanting someone to see and just know what I mean, What its like to fall With no pit that compares to be this deep Just want to hear my voice Loud and clear But as long as I hang here I have no control But to watch myself tear This is what I've become What I've done Don't be surprised For once actually look with your eyes And you'll see the real me Showing all the signs Now I just ask you please Hear me and take me out of my misery Not asking to move a mountain over seas Just lay it over me to let me be Is it possible to think about anything but this? Will the thought ever quit? Pain over comes any thing Including this I want it to be seen It’s how much it hurts Not the scar it leaves behind, But the stab that’s not seen I will fall back into the hole Hold my breath and do not breathe Because today I wear my heart on my sleeve
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