Only if I knew everything.

1 Oct

Only if I knew everything,

all about mistakes I made,

to fall and rise again, drenched in blood

all this time I thought, I know you.

Things make me or I made things?

Insipid insanity crawls under my skin,

every time when I think it over, again and again.

Was it you or was it just me.

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