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there's a blood stain on the floorby the door where your whole world fell and died.there's a silent chair in the corner of the roomwhere you sat alone and cried.well she got something to say to you,but the words never mean a thing,so she took that needle to her pain and set herself free.burn! burn it to the ground.when times got tough you got a little tougherthen you slowly fell behind.running to catch the things you could not see,running to catch what you could not find.well i never wanted to need you, now it's time for you to see,this forgotten pain that you tried to hide, buried in your apathy.burn! burn all to the ground... |
