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always the blame
withered soul rest your head in my hands
im here to ease your pain again
take from myself to heal your wounds
as you constantly scrape more into my emptied womb
im numb at the fingertips i cant feel these days
i have nothing left to give so scrape if u may
leave an impression so deep i'll frame, mated flesh now torn apart
you say im to blame?
im here to ease your pain again
take from myself to heal your wounds
as you constantly scrape more into my emptied womb
im numb at the fingertips i cant feel these days
i have nothing left to give so scrape if u may
leave an impression so deep i'll frame, mated flesh now torn apart
you say im to blame?
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