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Accustom to the disaster at the end of the day |
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Promises swarm in lies of respect |
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Another loveless scar of a haunting mistake |
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Useless screaming in a locked room alone |
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Favoring your selfish plague, this mark of rage |
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Vision of resentment, respect is to blame |
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Once on your back and forever on your knees |
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Pray for this lust and release our fatal disease |
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Tried to cope, unkind remarks, these terms left unsaid |
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Apology for the hunted, the hand that gave this wound |
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Mother tongue is making an overachiever of you again |
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Invested this time in breaking the neck of virtue |
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An ego that can bruise with ease |
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This pair of heart-shaped lips would tear out your heart |
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Skinned knees across hard wood floors |
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Pulled hair, bruised skin, argument then war |
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This is the way we pay respect for this sin |
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Fine line, hate divine |
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Focus in on this lost essence that will end up eating what you have left |
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Simplified this love, falling into these bad times |
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Fingertips on bruised lips |
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This time a kiss won't make it better |
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Love lies dead in our imitation of passion |
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Blood stained mind with hate filled design |
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Her head tilts back as essence flows from these wrists of love |
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Unsettled in commitments like these |
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For better or worse, now begging grace |
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In words of wrath, union of disaster |
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The non-sterile thought of this hated design |
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These examples have been placed in clear view before |
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Forcing this period of time we called forever |
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Unwinding to the sound of her stopping breath |
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Understanding the truth of our end. |
