i lay alone cold and strewn
and while the blood dries i begin to see
my hands alone draw the wounds that make me
let me think hard enough
and i can remember them all
i might even scream
how it was all their fault
but only i know a story so deeply
i meant no harm, no foul
when i lie do you believe me?
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