Why must you cut the veins?
Running through the very paths of my soul
Lord I've tried not to go insane
But the sides keep coming in
It's getting old
Feels like I'm slipping
Dull is my blade
Feels like I'm cutting
Against the grain
God is my only friend
Wake up in the morning wondering why?
Is it me or the things I say
Running off the precious things in my life?
Why am I here?
I've done nothing
To deserve such a pain
Is it me running of the precious things in my life
Oh Lord, yes I've tried to understand
Tried...tried... tried!
Feels like I'm slipping
Dull is my blade
Feels like I'm cutting
Against the grain |
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