Save Me From You
Torn in the chest I'm bleeding for you
Why don't you save me? Save me from you?
Your cunnings ways have swept me off my feet
You tortured me.. I'm starting to drowned
In my own blood,
That's where you left me.
Metallic and empty
Bright red and runny
You don't care if I hurt
Or bleed out my chest
You're done with me
You're on to the next
With a knife in your hand you're ready to strike
The next innocent soul that comes in your life
It sickens me that this brings you delight
But you don't care,
To you its just another life
I wonder if you know what you do?
If you really meant to rip me in two?
Is it still to late to save me from you?
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