Blood Sister...
You and I
have the same reflection,
yet you cant see,
that when youre cut,
I bleed.
You swear up and down
that youre so
innocent,
yet you know...
that you bleed
sin...
You bleed on me.
I just cant seem to win,
youre always pushing me down.
Its amazing
you know,
how good I am
when
youre
not
around...
To scream at me.
Lovely face
same as mine,
is broken
as the glass shatters,
and I say so long...
To the stupid little bitch
that never stopped,
never tried,
never worried,
always lied...
About whose blood
it was...
on her
pure
white
shirt...
Mine.
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