vice

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23 Apr 2020

My wrist as cold as my heart Not alive but I give you all that I had Body drops cold as a brick My heart fragile as ice Ask the wrong thing for a vice Can't get out I'm all alone The holes in my heart is all that I own No more ofe that not gone I want it to be all done But I soilder on I've become numb I'm not done

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4 years ago

My wrist as cold as my heart Not alive but I give you all that I had Body drops cold as a brick My heart fragile as ice Ask the wrong thing for a vice Can't get out I'm all alone The holes in my heart is all that I own No more ofe that not gone I want it to be all done But I soilder on I've become numb I'm not done

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