Tell me a story or tale,
Before I realise that I can only fail,
I loose my thoughts to people of the night,
I loose my blood as I fight...
I leave it on my kitchen floor,
On the handle of the door,
As I leave to see the light of day,
With no real words I can say...
I still have a scar right down the middle,
And I now make a joke out of it and giggle,
Even though every memory makes me bleed,
This heart isn't as strong as a seed,
Not even as strong as a feather,
So I sit outside in the beautiful weather,
As the rain thuds against my skin,
That's when I realise I cannot win...
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