Your voice screams like fuckin
shotgun blasts through my soul.
Manipulating my mind so your stale
hollow words can stick.
FUCK-YOU-YOU-FUCKIN-BITCH
Makin me feel like im to blame cus
your lost in your twisted state of mind.
WELL-I-FUCKIN-DECLINE
False hopes sewn into my eyelids
just so you can laugh at me
everytime i blink.
Well now im rippin these fuckin
stitches out and fillin my wounds
with salt.
Cus that shits far more soothing
then your dark whispers in my
ear while asleep.
To wake up already fucked up
and not even know why just
so you can start my day in control.
FUCK-NO
Your like the blackest of cancers
multiplying in my heart as fast
as you can just to eat it away.
But i just made a cure for this cancer
and its called walkin the fuck away.
I just cut your shit outta me
and now im fuckin gone.
Its funny how the dice rolls and
stops on your fucked now.
Cus now your left to eat yourself
away in the shallow depths of hell.....
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