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leftovers
i wash my hands of this again
but i can't see this being over
you said you'd be back
i thought you were true
this blood on my hands
is not for you
bleeding the way that i seem to
you'd think that i would soon be through
cauterize the wound
cut off the flow
stem the tide
that will ensue
i can't feel without you
you can't see what i went through
it's over now
it's over.
the distance building
is staggering
the pain is blindingly brilliant
