ooooooooo i like it... so much infact that while at school in my boring writing class i decided to play with it... i kinda changed it into a poem though...
So this is what it means, to dissect and still believe When eraser pressed to paper cannot bring the pain relief
Once offered at the hands, of those singing us to sleep These lines along the road trace, the trust that we must keep
Whats shown at this one moment, this moment in her eyes When it's way past over and all hopes are tossed aside
The coldness of the chamber fits so well between her lips And the trigger forever rests against her fingertips
When if her blade could separate something from the lies She would have never made her premature goodbyes
How it felt so right to slide the blade and slice his suple wrist He closed his eyes, blood fell down, with pain clenched in his fist
He missed her when she left, but she didn't go alone He sent himself first class the day "god took her home"
haha oh you're quite welcome brett and i like how you changed some of the words and turned it into a poem...very nice...oh yea you and me brett you and me
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So this is what it means, to dissect and still believe
When eraser pressed to paper cannot bring the pain relief
Once offered at the hands, of those singing us to sleep
These lines along the road trace, the trust that we must keep
Whats shown at this one moment, this moment in her eyes
When it's way past over and all hopes are tossed aside
The coldness of the chamber fits so well between her lips
And the trigger forever rests against her fingertips
When if her blade could separate something from the lies
She would have never made her premature goodbyes
How it felt so right to slide the blade and slice his suple wrist
He closed his eyes, blood fell down, with pain clenched in his fist
He missed her when she left, but she didn't go alone
He sent himself first class the day "god took her home"
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