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I stutter an apology and turn away.
A one way ticket to an unknown destination,
You can get on for free (if you've already paid),
But don't mention that near my razor blade,
Or else crimson teardrops shall spill from my skin,
To cleanse myself of the evil I keep within,
I stutter an apology and turn away,
I wonder what what on earth people would say,
If they knew of the venom in the voices,
They choose my choices,
But they're not even real,
And it hurts to feel,
I miss the liquid poison that fell down my throat,
I'm trapped in a bottle, stranded on a boat,
I'm suffocating under this heavy feeling in my heart,
To myself, I whisper, "Til death do us part,"
No use in ignoring them, they'll make more of a fuss,
And I can't tell a soul, I cannot trust,
In those who may kill me,
In those who want to kill me.