This is the place were good taste goes to die.

People want you to hurt, to see you tossing and turning in the sheets soaking wet

So you want me to bleed for you when my wounds finally started to heal?

So you want me to cry for you when I smile, when my tears just dried?
So you want me to die for you when my will to live never has been stronger?
So you want me to sign for you as long as I can assure you to bleed?
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