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To Reach You
If I cry the poetry in my heart,
All the words I long to say,
And I slice apart the tiny veins,
Will the blood flow sting your heart?
The silver hands, the broken bones
Show the holes I've seen in you.
All the broken flowers,
The smoke-filled dreams,
Make living this lie untrue.
I'm hurting inside -- can't you see it?
I'm dying tonight -- can't you feel it?
I just needed to know I'll be all right.
I'm needing to know if we'll be all right,
If living in this is worth the fight.
If it's not, then I won't stay
And torture our hearts for another day.