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a song

now these fluorescent lights are coping

with scars they left upon your skin

you can't keep down the stares of all those wondering

if you are of sin—a sin, their sin

there's no word of one who can stop you

there's no one that can slap you with their pen

reach out deep and keep the keeping from your blood

let it drench your hand again—again again

i can reach out to try and catch her

but o, my hands are just too cold,

your fingers curl while mine are shaking

what can i hold? nothing to hold