You and the relapse

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Your tongue turned into knives

And your eyes turned yellow

With your hand on my neck

I choked out my love

I didn't even dent you

But you shattered me anyways

Now I'm at the bottom and it's dark and cold

I slid the silver across my skin

Four times

Little ones

But they still bled

It made me feel clear

And amongst all my hurricanes

Silver became a friend again

Someone who I'll keep on me

So I can bleed

And feel alright.

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