SCB (june 04,1995 / Richmond)

Past

the past is the past
and for me only bad memories last
all that i dream
makes me want to scream
im alone in this room
i hear my heart with each boom
my arm is sore
where the skin is tore
the room starts to flood
with my tears and blood
i sit in the floor pleading
for someone to stop the bleeding
i can recall
wanting to end it all

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