Peas Pudding
In the December of 2004
I'll slit these wrists you held me down by
I'll forget these times you stood beside me
I'll run those miles you kept betweeen us
I'll watch myself fly toward the pavement
Your kisses rendered my heart broken
Your touches lingered on this scarring
Your empty words made my heart sputter
Your mirror panes make this cut matter
This is what the world comes down to
This can be where nightmares come from
This is making patterns for the future
This is typical of the raptures
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