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Taste the suicide fresh off my lips,
Can you look into my eyes,
And tell me its not snowing?
The blood stains rest about your hips,
With a noose around my neck,
Tell me am I glowing?
See the pain stained across my face,
Can you honestly say,
That you have faith in me?
Peices of a soul all about this place,
With a knife to my wrist,
Do you think it will set me free?
Feel the death enveloping my body,
Can you look into my face,
And tell me that your leaving?
Hell slides up about us darkly,
With a gun to our heads,
Tell me, am I still breathing?
Can you taste the suicide fresh on my lips
When you kiss me?
Or should I pull the trigger?
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