i was born on a black hill, baby
on a blanket laid across the dirt floor
there was blood and blood and blood
and then there was some more (blood)

i fixed something and now i can keep my eyes open
without wincing in pain how many years did that take
to ask someone for help
with such a simple thing
like only half my life
well if i can get up the nerve to do it again
maybe i can fix some other way my body doesn't work
or my thoughts don't work

i can see the sky again
well i didn't realize how much
i missed it
it feels so good

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