The Hurt Process

Ornament

The Hurt Process


Turns to shades of gray, 
Summer makes its move, 
You set the night on fire, 
How I wish I was by your side, 
Tragic sets of circumstances drag me to my fear. 
Time it seems so weighted. 
Asphyxiated, slowly I choke, 

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Decorated..... Like flesh on a hook. 
Paint it black and blue, 
Like you always do, 
Take your poison, 
This sickly flower blooms. 

Another awful day, 
A change in the seasons, 
Drained of my meaning, 
But here it stays the same. 

[Chorus] 

This sickly flower blooms, [2x] 
Like you always do [2x] 

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