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Oh Look At The Beautiful Red
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I Don't Even Know Sick in my fasination,
I watch the blood flow out of your wrists
And enjoy the feeling of it sliding through my fingers.
The way the lights leave your eyes
And your skin goes icy cold
It's my sick fasination.
They say I killed you,
Even though you controlled the knife
Watching you die and not getting help
Second degree murder of a beautiful friend of mine
But the way the red shimmered
You begged me not to leave
Sick in my fasination.
