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Allalone

Tears of Red

Copyright, Allalone

I cut to cry
My tears are red
I’m all alone
I’t’s life I dread

Wounds so deep
They reach my soul
So I cut to bleed
My heart my goal

I feel no pain
As my body grows cold
Nobody that cares
No hand to hold

I used to cry
My tears where red
I was all alone
It was life I dread

 

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