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This Old Wound

I've been bleeding well from this old wound,

Cleaning it with salt, so it will still feel new.

Sometimes eyes turn black, and sometimes scars are tracks.

But everytime you're gone,

I wish that you'd come back.



And everyone watched me waste myself,

and everyone cheared at last.

And all of them found it comforting.

It's better it's me, then them.



I think I'm doing well from what they say,

They've taken both my belts

And shoelaces away.

But I believe in luck...

I think I do.

Well I believe for sure,

If ever I see you.



've been fanning flames from these old coals.

Feeding them with tender, and hoping they will grow.

And I've been savoring what I can't hold.

A blind belief in goodness

That doesn't seem to show.



And I've been bleeding well from this old wound.

Cleanning it with salt, so it will still feel new.

This Old Wound /

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