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Brenden
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2005
I want to rip your thoughts out and poor acid into your lungs
So you may breath what I've no choice but to breathe and you may feel what you inflict
And when you die your horrid death of deeds, I'll hold no remorse
I'll cry no tears of pearls for you and I'll feel no empty loss
I'll dance upon your grave at night and sleep with your life's failures
And when at last you find your place among the golden stars
I'll look back upon our time and wish I'd changed my mind
Yeah, you would, because no matter what you do, you can't help but love someone that hurts you. Were all sinners here babe, and we love those who hurt us most. We are all fools
good write
nikki
Nicole.J.Burgesss