TRM (7/21/92 / Rochester MN)


Break my heart
And hope to die
Pierce your needles
Through my eyes
Make me bleed
Such a crimson mess
Razor blade dollies
And knives in my chest
A bullet to the head
One lie being told
Just another 8 ball
Or soul being sold
.Needles in my arms
A razor in my hand
Something like a secret
You'll never understand
Kill me with your ideas
Strangle me in your noose
Give me scars on my wrist
And memories I'll never lose
My heart in your hands
Lost in your clutch
Pray for a loss of words
And a pretty little blade's touch
Don't stop the flow
Just let it bleed
Theres something you'll never know
And something you'll never see

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