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PREFACE: I don't remember what year I wrote this. I don't even remember writing it. I can tell you at first glance this is possibly about a vampire.

im bleeding
that red it pelts the floor
but i dont worry about it anymore

alone, inside, trapped up in that cage
alone, inside, youre withering away
you locked your door cause you heard the siren ring again
and you're watching that knob bend
alone, inside, afraid
let me in, let me in, let me in,
is all he's screaming today
will you go out to the park
sleep under the shade
just a blanket to your name
alone, outside, afraid

what am i to do?
this is out of my hands.
i can only be a voice
someone who'll understand
im bleeding
that red it pelts the floor
but i dont worry about it anymore

chatterbox, chatterbox, chatterbox
you've got so much on your mind
a friend you're looking to find
anything to distract from the misery
in a house full of bad history
plants knocked over
trash all piled
fridge padlocked
torturred all by the elderly
and you had a place you could escape to
that tranquil little island in the ocean blue
until she set her eyes on that too
you wish that boat didnt have room for two

what am i to do?
this is out of my hands.
i can only be a voice
someone who'll understand
more blood drops
painting red the floor
but i dont worry about it anymore