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• Artiste: cex
• Titre: Cut Wrists
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The sky took away Something that you said that you never wanted And doubt spread all over your body A painful source, yeah, the confidence died You'd kill yourself To bring curses and poison all raining upon us But your plan was spoiled At the last minute, by critics who panned your suicide And so you were dead And nobody watched and nobody wondered It wasn't all that different Than how things were before you were gone Now there's too much blood There's too much blood on your palms And the way it runs off through your fingers is all wrong It's all wrong So you wake and the house still stands And you can guess across town the store's there too So you go, take the bus to the train, walk the rest And spend another day waiting, waiting The expectations die one at a time And suddenly now, where once an acute type of pain you could feel Signal the end of some distant stranger's faith in you You tried What would anyone else have done You tried Was there anything you didn't do You tried Was there a way to put your insides in English, and you just missed it You just missed it and never knew There's too much blood There's too much blood on your palms And the way it runs off through your fingers is all wrong