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Blistered
Help me to be myself
Make me someone you can
Believe in.
Take away my eyes my pain my blood
Tell me who I am
Who I am who I am
Who am I?
I feel your appraising eye
Pull images from the TV.
My soul needs a tourniquet
My faith needs a shotgun.
Break into a new way
Pathetic conception of my own
Redemption
Wasted all on you
To crumple up and throw down.
All
My
Time
Blistered feet from walking on hell
All
My
Time
Lonely before I fell
I can’t breathe, can’t wait
Can’t understand
Pictures of people I was
Pictures of people I could be
Crashing down the well….
Make me a suggestion
Soothe your painted eyes
I was foretold, forbidden
Denied access to my own suicide.
Bless me with tainted water
Watch me burst into flame
Collect up all the ashes
And make me whole again
Take me before its too late
And my will to live returns
Cut me eviscerate me
So I can be reborn
All
My
Time
Blistered feet from walking on hell
All
My
Time
Lonely before I fell
I can’t breathe, can’t wait
Can’t understand
Pictures of people I was
Pictures of people I could be
Farther down the hall
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