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STOP

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Just stop

 

I JUST WANT A PLACE TO CRY ALONE

AND THE ROOF IS TO COLD TO CALL

MY TEMEMPERY HOME.

I HAVE NO WHERE

JUST LIKE I’VE ALWAYS HAD

RIGHT BACK AT THE START

ONLY THIS TIME I GOT

NO WHERE TO RUN AND CRY

A PLACE WHERE IT’S OKAY

IF YOU FEEL LIKE YOU WANNA DIE.

A PLACE TO RELEASE THE TORMENT

AND THE PASSING PAIN.

A PLACE TO GIVE YOU SHELTER

FROM THE WINTERS RAIN.

SO THIS PEN REPLACES THE TEARS

AS THE PAPER LISTENS TO ALL THE FEARS

I’VE FELT FOR SO MANY YEARS.

 

 

MY EYE’S HURT SO MUCH

CAUSE MY SOUL’S READY TO CRY

BUT MY HEART CAN’T TAKE THE PAIN.

SO INSTEAD MY EYES REMAIN DRY

CAUSE I’D REATHER FEEL THE PAIN

THEN SOMEONE SEE ME CRY.

 

FEELS LIKE THE SCARES HE LEFT ARE OPENING FOR

THE FIRST TIME AND I CAN’T STOP THE BLEEDING

AND I DON’T KNOW IF I WANT TO.

I WISH I COULD JUST KEEP BLEEDING TILL

THERE ISN’T ANY BLOOD LEFT TILL I’M GONE

OR TILL I’M NUMB AND DON’T FEEL ANYTHING AGAIN.

 

THE PAIN HE LEFT JUST FEELS SO RAW

IT’S THE FIRST TIME I HAVEN’T BEEN ABLE

TO STOP THE PAIN AND LOCK THEM AWAY.

I CAN’T STOP THE PAIN AND IT HURTS SO MUCH

WHAT AM I SUPPOSE TO DO

WHEN MY THOUGHTS KEEP COMING

BACK TO YOU? 

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