A Sick Self-Evaluation
Now take this blade and stroke it gently
Seal it with a single kiss
Blood runs down from your lips
Perhaps it's just another regret
This honesty has made me sick
You just don't get it yet
The sirens are pulling in
Incoming messages, the airwaves scream
Tomorrow shall keep you close
Today we just won't let you go
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