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Marcus Brown Something's pulled away from me,
I feel the pain of a distant memory.
The blade screams to be put to use,
the blade screams for more abuse.
But there's no more damage that can be done,
there's no more places for me to run.
I've done all I can to save myself,
now all I do is plead for help..
My memory races with my heart,
never forgetting we're apart.
All I want is to fill a void,
and not feel like a toy.
Rip me apart, see my insides.
I bleed for you, until this pain subsides.
This gaping hole, a broken soul..
as time passes it turns to coal.
No one can save me from my mind,
Self destruction is all I find.
The sun has faded into the sunset,
and my mind.. it never forgets.
