| If i can then i will twist this knife until
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| It snaps at the hilt to make you feel this damage done is real
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| When will i recover from a wound that never heals?
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| The answer’s always never. |
| forget november and suffer with a smile
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| Blood soaked tee shirt worn only once and left wet to remind me never to turn
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| my back on you again
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| Counting all the days and nights since i’ve slept and you’re not alone?
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| How could anything this tragic turn into a laughing matter. |
| am i not alone?
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| Just because you’re rotting doesn’t mean you’re dead
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| It doesn’t make you loved. |
| you just got lost in it
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| We both love the money, we all love our friends
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| It doesn’t make us pricks. |
| we just keep falling in
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| I can’t rest, my neck’s too stiff. |
| is this remorse or hindsight making me
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| delirious?
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| With a goodnight kiss, these bloody lips whisper something about rats and
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| sinking ships
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| Leave me lifeless. |
| a bloody whisper from your lips
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| Forget november, suffer this
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| A lie, if you donit believe. |
| a lie. |
| thatis how we live our lives |