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Remember Me
Late at night I lay alone
I hear the silence and let it drone
Dreaming of what I know is gone
Into the light I long to go
Out of my heart and into my soul
Pouring alcohol over my skin
Scrap the razor again and again
Its soothing sting is cherished like gold
The crimson stream of dripping blood
Out of the warm and into the cold
Respected like love, but not as gold
Feeling nothing but numb and bold
No guilt, no tears, no crown of thorns
No lies, no secrets, no concealing veil
Relief lies upon me now
Remember Me
For who I am
Not what I was meant to be