You left me on the table
And I'm not even able
To rip the pain from my chest
And so I'm cast off with the rest

How many souls have you sucked dry?


I've been weak all my life
Weak enough to call you wife
Blind to your dagger in its sheath
Didn't even hear your grinding teeth

How many lives have your jaws torn asunder?


You never told me I wasn't right
Just cuddled with her through the night
All you could say was 'Sorry hun,'
'Looks like you are not the one'

Must I die before you're satisfied?

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