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no cring

When you point to me..what do you see?

Some girl, knife in hand.

But if you look deeper, you see...

pain, but pleasure

hate, but love

When you look at me, can you see me?

I see you, dressed in black,

ya you, you think I care?

Care what you see, think, or say?

Well, I don't, so keep stairing,

Laugh as you will.

but when that pain is gone...

you won't be standing still.

when you look at me...what do you see?

All the pain, with out the joy?

All the love washed away?

Ya, beleive that.

beleive what they want you to beleive.

but when you see that knife, blood dripping down my wrist to arm..

Leave me, you don't know what you see...