grey eyes with breath that smells so bitter
your eyes on me every time i falter
and i dont need you saying it gets better
put a needle in my arm layed it across your alter
black eyes black lung black heart filled with anger
clinched white knuckles conceal a handful of blisters
dont worry doll your not really in any danger
I'll just limp away casting sad shadows of a drifter
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