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I hate to show I'd bleed for this, I cut myself to shame

...to get to know this masochist who's stolen my first name

Created on 2006-01-21 18:28:03 (#9319622), last updated 2008-04-19

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Name:	Max Guevera
Location:	Seattle, Washington, United States

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Drilled A Wire Through My Cheek

I try to stay on top of you
To hold your body down
Your shaking seems to hinder
Every grasp that I had found
Moving every inch around you
to diffuse your private bomb
I stretch my self surrounding
And protecting you from harm

I use a wallet for your mouth
So when you bite you will not bleed
I drilled a wire through my cheek
And let it down and out my sleeve
And now you’re pulling out the best of me
Yeah which never ever comes
This wire is all that’s left of me
And its hooked within my gums, within my gums

So drill it, so drill it,
so hard I feel it
so hard
it’s okay now

I hate to show I'd bleed for this
I cut myself to shame
To get to know who this masochist
Who’s stolen my first name
Pretending he’s a teacher
Holding all my weight at ease
But the teacher seems to split in two
Destroying both his knees
and now crawling I position myself
Below your broken wings
I lift your feathered left arm
Where you hide your heart from me
I never noticed it was swollen
With a touch of brutal pain
I never knew a heart could live inside
The rust from all your rain, all your rain

I didn't think to bring a washcloth
Or to rub away the dirt
Myself & I we share
This barely beating heart of hurt
and when the hurt comes there’s an argument
A fight to save a smile
A small attack on human tears
To dry them for a while
A dream we all should count on
Yeah a vision I believe
And where confidence is found
Attached to wires on a sleeve
And where loneliness is history
Told to pack his shit and leave
And when guidance is a fortune
Told to help in time of need
And where crying isn’t secret
It’s the art of how we grieve
And lessons are the key
To every goal I will achieve, I will achieve

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