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[sid] => 16377
[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => untitled
[time] => 2003-04-22 00:35:00
[hometext] => first single for me, my sister, and her friend in our band. hehe. i was bored, so i decided to write it. talks about cutting and tired of life.
[bodytext] => Rapid pulsations upon my heart
Pulsing my blood from part to part Popping pills to ease my pain, Turning my body into something insane. Twisting scars up my arms, Wishing life had no harms. A Brigadoon to go to, With memories to hold on to. Thrashing throbs down my spine, Tearing my soul down the line. Shreds of my self-infliction, Clinging on my own addiction. Behavioral attitudes to distort, Opening confessions for resort, To ease my pain. (no more pain) To ease my pain. (not in vein) Nowhere to hold on to. To my deceit, I beseech you. Once I hold on I’ll never let go, Blood pouring into the snow. Chorus: Rapid pulsations upon my heart Pulsing my blood from part to part Popping pills to ease my pain, Turning my body into something insane. Twisting scars up my arms, Wishing life had no harms. A Brigadoon to go to, With memories to hold on to. Bridge: Looking at life through my eyes, A sacred silence in which defies, I wish I died, but instead I lived. A cold morning under the victim’s derived. These silver blades, in my hands, Shattered in crimson plans Burning marks of lighter metal, Watching the growing of blister settles. Sterile in the pain of harmony Defeated in my own cold irony Tired with selections of subtle infections. Chorus x3 Fade out [comments] => 3 [counter] => 145 [topic] => 34 [informant] => frozensuicide [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SongLyrics )
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