Hand me those scissors over there
so I can cut my heart out
because it doesn't know how to feel anymore
and it's just pumping air through my veins
you can even keep your hands on the handle if you'd like
and sever my ateries and cut the flesh away
make me bleed like i bleed every day
because i don't know what to do with myself
stab me with those scissors over there
i need to feel something other than doubt
cut me up in pieces and store me in a box
destroy everything about me in a bloddy scissor fight
Sunday, July 13, 2003
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