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The wounds are deep.
The knife is long
the blood is spilling.
Whispered words that never really meant anything.
Soothing phrases never meant to be true.
Happy false images imprinted for false hope.

I'll carve your name into my skin until you return.
My soul , my body, my heart will be yours by the time you return.
All that I am depends upon your return of feelings, of you.
But I cannot expect much, loving you is like loving stone.
Its bitter-sweet, and mild at most.

The wounds are deep.
The knife is long
the blood is spilling.
Whispered words that never really meant anything.
Soothing phrases never meant to be true.
Happy false images imprinted for false hope.

Lies.
It was all lies, meant to fill my head and cloud my eyes.
Its a hard slap to take, but one I'll take in stride.
If only to prove you wrong.
But doubtful you will look my way ever again.

The wounds are deep.
The knife is long
the blood is spilling.
Whispered words that never really meant anything.
Soothing phrases never meant to be true.
Happy false images imprinted for false hope.

I'll keep dreaming, I'll keep hoping.
For that one special day when the cold winds stop blowing
and the leaves stop moving restlessly.
For that one day when my heart stops beating and my soul
stops aching.

The wounds are deep.
The knife is long
the blood is spilling.
Whispered words that never really meant anything.
Soothing phrases never meant to be true.
Happy false images imprinted for false hope.


The wounds are deep, the knife is long.
I don't know how much longer I want this to drag on.