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Faded Pictures Faded Memories (Blood Has Been Shed)

well I hope you are satisfied you gave me the push I needed ostracised for nothing at all by all those I hold dear you aren't the same maybe we should talk this is my suggestion death to all emotion let this be the end of us bitter cold engulfs the soul no more contact forget my face stop knocking I am not smiling behind the door no eloquent words no desire to impress I'm not lookng for an apology from you I'm looking for an opportunity to see you in pain there will be no lookng back again dig your fingers slowly into my wrist white knuckle the blade in hopes that I subside I want to see the shade fall on your eyes no longer my lover pray you better pray pray to every god you know and every forgotten deity you better pray