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It is 3 am and I am awake again
I should warn you I am a hopeless romantic
Born in July I am a Cancer 
They say the worst one can be if a guy
So each time I try to cut it out of me

My scars aren't visible
I can't pick up or set down the knife
You see the scars, the knife are in my head
The blood I spill is in an invisible pool that only the in the inner circle get to see
No I cut myself with an uncontrollable mind trying to feel
I wind up feeling too much, and mutilating myself 
and all I love in the process
I wish that was just me but who am I fooling

I know it is you and you and you and

I continue until it is too late
Like the dead horse with nothing left to give
I should have stopped but I couldn't
I didn't know how
Those who care asked, told, and even prayed but I just couldn't stop

And now it Is too late

You're gone
Without a love
And I'm backing away
Licking my wounds

Hoping to heal
Hoping to stop the bleeding
Hoping to set down this blade
Hoping to learn how to grow