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Just �Me Now

I'm on 42nd Street after Dad left[/font]
like the world was deaf for me[/font]
I would cut cut cut[/font]
deep and shallow[/font]
deep and shallow[/font]
flirting[/font]
one step [/font]
from my final bleed[/font]

The fine lines[/font]
they're all healing now[/font]
for the moment[/font]
as there's no cure[/font]
but there's different veils [/font]
of secrecy[/font]

Another week[/font]
another blade[/font]
another sink of bad feelings[/font]
swirling down Mom's drain[/font]

I always clean[/font]
right under my nails[/font]
so no-one ever knows[/font]
not a spot on her carpet[/font]

There's extra homework[/font]
love you, Mom[/font]

But these deep cuts[/font]
if she really looked[/font]
she'd see I walk round[/font]
with them wide open[/font]
feel them bleeding [/font]
every day[/font]
and it's not as if she cares[/font]
that I'm only [/font]
hanging out[/font]
up here by myself...[/font][/font]