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Testo Apt. 2, 4 Am, Friday
Testo Apt. 2, 4 Am, Friday
Last night
I watched my eyes turn blood red
So yes, I should have never left this bed
Went to visit with past friends
But instead I wished this was how I'd never end
And wished these eyes
Would have closed Fell asleep
Instead of exploration of closed doors
That should stay that way
And I
I won't
Let this horrific image
Be so accessible again
So visible again
And as a constant reminder
I wrote this song
I watched my eyes turn blood red
So yes, I should have never left this bed
Went to visit with past friends
But instead I wished this was how I'd never end
And wished these eyes
Would have closed Fell asleep
Instead of exploration of closed doors
That should stay that way
And I
I won't
Let this horrific image
Be so accessible again
So visible again
And as a constant reminder
I wrote this song
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