Hatred is for the Sensitives,

Borrow my heart

Talk to my friends

Tell him he's special

Leave him again

Empty your closet

Rest head in my hands

Tell him he's special

leave him again

Take all the pictures

Throw them away

Act like they never

Had right to take place

OpEn HiS HeArT

RiNsE Of YoUr HaNdS

TELL HIM YOU LOVE HIM

MISTREAT HIM AGAIN

DECIDE ALL IS WORTH

FUCK ALL HIS FRIENDS

PROMISE YOU'LL NEVER

LEAVE HIM AGAIN

SAVE YOUR OWN SKIN

SCOLD HIM INSTEAD

RINSE OF THE BLOOD

sleep in your bed.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

intoxicated

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