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Author: The Hawks Reject
Fiction Rated: T - English - General/Tragedy - Reviews: 3 - Published: 04-05-07 - Updated: 05-06-07 - id:2344025

“Attentives”

I found a knife in my Basement, but to me it meant nothing

I knew the Hells were going loose

Well Fuck that, I thought I could

Now Look at me, look at us

Where did you go wrong, what did I never do

Did I always leave you wanting more?


The blood stain from my own Mind

It got burned, it got Pushed, it got stabbed

My burning board that hasn’t even been lit


Chorus

Life’s a Knife that stabs you in the neck

Problem is that Life didn’t Wreck

Wreck in the back of your neck

Reality is a bleeding slit on your wrist

That your love doesn’t didn’t kissed

Kissed on the veins of your wrist


You never ended you and him and I forgot

Memories are my bleeding redemption

And I never got the Redemption that you promised

Promised everything did you always never keep

I ended up doing everything myself

Did you ever think this would end soon?


The Scars from my own Thoughts

It got Kicked, It got Killed, It got Shot

My Bloodstained Knife doesn’t even have a victim yet


Chorus

Life’s a Knife that stabs you in the neck

Problem is that Life didn’t Wreck

Wreck in the back of your neck

Reality is a bleeding slit on your wrist

That your love doesn’t didn’t kissed

Kissed on the veins of your wrist


Now everything was pulled down a hole

Died down a hole, good for it

When my Blood Bleeds, yours never stops

Think about it

Think about it

Thinking about it

Thinking about it

Thinking about You

Thinking about You

Thinking about Us

…..Thinking about Us…..


Chorus

(Extended To End)

Life’s a Knife that stabs you in the neck

Problem is that Life didn’t Wreck

Wreck in the back of your neck

Reality is a bleeding slit on your wrist

That your love doesn’t didn’t kissed

Kissed on the veins of your wrist

Blood is the Nature inside you

Kills you while it stays Blue

Blue inside you

My Dreams are a Attentive inside Hell

You never knew it rung a Bell

Bells that ran right through hell

And now it’s your turn…



© Copyright 2007 The Hawks Reject (FictionPress ID:562457).


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