Some can only shred
Some know only how too bleed
Ive cut myself
With the very same blade
Of the things Ill never say
Ive gone mad
So many nights
And felt the fairytale bliss
And once again
Ive turned the table
On someone elses face
My dreams are strangely saying
I should probably let go
Till the end
Where there are no memories
Or blades
Or blood
Wait for the silence
Thats starts again
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