I'm not bleeding, though my heart feels pierced,I'm not wounded, though the pain remains fierce. I'm killing myself from the inside out and now my head's been filled with doubt. There are so many days I want to drop all pretences and just show everyone the scars -the scars of wounds that shall never heal. There are so many days I want to break down and cry - just feel alive.Look behind the mask, look into these eyes. Look into the cracks of that fake stage smile.I'll try to push you away, or might run a mileI just need to know you'll still be mine"would you hold me if you saw i was brokenand slit my wrist againwould you tie me to a bed and hold me.""i'm just strong enough to let go of my painto hell with my pride let it fall like rain from my eyes tonight i wanna cry"
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somethings are unconditional!
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