Worked hands

By Arrange

On paper parts

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You left the leaves in my dirty coat

Small recurrence that reminds me of home

Tiny memory seeped in through this mind

Older friends forgotten with crimes

And I hated how I left me

But I couldn’t have kept sleep

Stab me right here

I stab me right here

My discomfort’s fear

That you won't have the strength to pull it out when I near

Crippled hands in my winter coat

I tried to thank you but wrote you a note

To travel west away from dirty leaves

I packed a bag full of hate I’d received

Explains to you why I wasn’t me

With casket breath you’ll arrive and see that everything

Stab me right here

I stab me right here

My discomfort’s fear

That you won't have the strength to pull it out when I near