Cold Cuts
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As the blood runs cold, every memory flashes back!
As the last moment of my life!
I look at my arm and I realize I just made a choice!
A choice of whether to live and wonder everyday what’s going to happen to me??
Who I am??
Or I have this choice to die!!
Cold cuts!
Sometimes I wonder if anyone loves me.
Or if they are really here for me!!
Hatred, homicide and suicide are all just a part of life!!
The tears burn as they roll down my face!!
Cold cuts!!
As the last moment of my life!
I look at my arm and I realize I just made a choice!
A choice of whether to live and wonder everyday what’s going to happen to me??
Who I am??
Or I have this choice to die!!
Cold cuts!
Sometimes I wonder if anyone loves me.
Or if they are really here for me!!
Hatred, homicide and suicide are all just a part of life!!
The tears burn as they roll down my face!!
Cold cuts!!
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