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You attempt to find what you're looking for in vacant corpses |
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Never understanding that you have to bury the things you love when they are dead |
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You've cut too deep |
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Let the dead lie asleep |
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Refuse to grasp the hand that breaks the ground from this shallow grave that you have built |
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Don't pull him through |
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He's not who he was |
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You're bleeding cuts are only keeping your betrayers alive |
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Why do you tear at your broken flesh and feed this hungry hell |
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How can they redeem themselves for all the blood they've spilt |
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And when will you let the scars they've left heal |
