You succeeded in killing your pain

And bled so as you waited

You were bleeding it dry as you laid dying

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Still to this day

I'm not convinced that it wasn't relief

That poured with the crimson from you

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I'm told you were too lost to be saved

Too far gone to be helped

And that no one could have done a thing

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Still to this day

I'm not convinced that it wasn't relief

That poured with the crimson from you

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Still I'm told you couldn't have been saved

That it was too late

In the instant the blade met the vein