{verse 1}
Stream of blood drips unto the sink…it’s in a puddle of muddled, bittersweet blood – whisper hope in my ears
My heart pumps…in fear of losing you…uoy…u…
Teeth ache, gums bleed on…I blink…never good enough in the mirror, for I’m looking like crud for many years
I drink in my salty, sorrow saliva too…oot…2…
{refrain}
You are my...
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