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Shallow skinned, I can paint with pain. I mark the trails on my arms with your disdain. Everyday it's the same - I LOVE, YOU HATE, But I guess I don't care anymore. Fix my problems with a blade, While my eyes turn from blue to gray. The worst thing happened to me today, But I guess I don't care anymore. I don't understand why, but I'm hurting myself. I haven't seen much of a reasons to stop it. I can't just drop it. I'm just a bastard, but at least I admit it. Atleast I admit it. The more I touch, the less I feel. I'm lying to myself that it's not real. Why is everybody making such a big deal? I'm never gonna care anymore. What the hell am I doing? What were we thinking? Where am I, and where am I going? Do I even have a reason? I am only betrayed, We are only conditioned to die.A bunch of Slipknot lyrics jummbled together I don't know what the copy right rules are if there is a problem delete it... I can't do titles. Written November 22nd, 2001 © on Jan 08 2002 04:58 PM PST   0 • 10