The knife and the bloodI taste the blood,The knife and the blood by DoesCoffeeBleed
as I lick that wrecked knife,
the blood as sweet as milk dods
the knife as sharp as a scythe
I have done this before,
A million times,
it's where I put my memories to store
I cut in deep letting out not a single whine
I pull the knife out,
My mind starts to soar,
I wonder what my life is about
as I see my blood pour
I stop the knife as I hear someone coming,
I turn around,
and I start running
for I was only greeted by disappointed frowns
They say I'm a disgrace,
That I just don't fit,
that I don't have a place
why can't they just take a hint
I run from this place,
I know I'm insane,
I run from those faces
even though I'm on a short chain
I feel the blood dripping down,
I keep running,
away form that face, that frown
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I haz been drawin' since I wuz three.
He estado dibujando desde que tenía tres años.
Ho disegno da quando avevo tre anni.
Je dessine depuis que j'avais trois ans.
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