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why can't you let it be
close the door
walk away and leave
leave the keys on the hook
your promises on the curb
i can't take them out again

let go of my hand
i can't let you hold on anymore
when you're cutting sideways
you always knew how to do it best
drain me for all i'm worthless
take it like it's all you know

on my knees
and i dare to try and stand again
i offend and you return like an angry god
take your oath and tribute in blood
the soul defeated, grind the bone
heart is empty, grind the bone
spirit broken, to die alone

your return was almost welcome
your hands still fit around my dead heart
you regard like the broken toy it is
i can't do this
the heart dry blood long gone
your supposed love, dead long gone
dead like your promises, except your last one.

 - Jason
1:35 am Saturday April 8 2006



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