Burn a hole
Through your face
Burn it twice
Just in case.
Take the scissors
And cut you out
I'm not gonna
Sit and pout
I know you're gone
Like I care
I smile and wave
You weren't even there.
You were my all
You were my one
And now with a snip
Your memory's gone.
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As my pen glides along I can't help but think, that my soul is bleeding out in shining black ink.
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