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Right Here

Here with a bruise, me
Stuck with a fresh bruise.
Nothing to lose, me,
Nothing to lose.

I took up a knife, me
Sliced and I sliced.
But it didn’t suffice me,
It didn’t suffice.

So I reached for a drink, me
Reached for a dark drink.
Tried not to think, me
Tried not to think.

Still have the bruise, me
Still have the blue bruise.
Decided to choose me,
Decided to choose.

I picked out a pen, me
Picked out a gel pen.
Wrote words again, me
Wrote words again.

Bruise didn’t leave me,
Never would leave me,
No way to grieve me,
No way to grieve.

Here on a roof, me
Here on a rooftop
Nothing to loose
And no way to stop.

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