الكلمات الأصلية
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Waking each morning in these dirtied sheets
From my bleeding back
The first wonder is why am I still breathing?
When each breathe brings pain of loss and regret
And why won't this wound just scab and heal?
I'd close my eyes if I could
But the black nothing just reminds me of you
I keep jumping out closed windows
When you'd never fall through
Spilling my hate on this canvas
Each picture I draw reminds me of you
These tears, they are for you
This blood, it runs for
This heart, it beats for you
This love, it lives for you
And my life, ends for you
In my glass casket I stare up at my grave
That reminds me of you
