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Can your heavy teardrop rains,
clean the crap in my soul?
How much long will take this time,
to let your smell escape.

And let the moon have sex with you again.

Can I write and even know,
the things that fill my darkest thoughts.
And maybe you forget me soon,
but I don't care to be alone.

And I don't care, if you don't mind,
the scars that I have left behind.
It has been hard, to let the girl,
take my head so far away.

I'll make better next time, you said,
before you go.
Just give me another dark sky tear,
so I can wash myself from you.

I want to jump into your mouth and clean it up.

Can your heavy teardrop rains,
clean the crap in my soul.
How much long will take this time,
to let your smell escape.

I couldn't have done (it), anyway,
I do not choose my blood to bleed.
But now I show, my wounds to you,
so you can put your skin on them.