Follow the trail of blood,
From my feet,
I left behind,
On the pathway of broken glass.
Broken glass everywhere I walk,
In every direction I go.
To the left, the right or straight on.
Every step my blood flows.
And I bleed,
Wish I could leave,
To be free
Away from this pathway
The pain I feel at every step I take.
On the road you call life.
Suppose it's some sort of debt I've made.
To be paid by blood left behind.
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