| The trouble with the curve is the swerve they throw
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| The means to the end is the hurt to grow
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| The betrayal from another who’s trust ya know
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| All the emotions kept hid that you don’t wanna show
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| How many times has the sharp pain hit ya?
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| The knife in your back
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| Someone always out to get ya
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| You turn around just to see familiar faces
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| Then all of a sudden took the unfamiliar places
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| I thought I knew ya
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| We was tight, we was best friends
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| Concealed things
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| Sheep’s clothing you was dressed in
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| Held out your hands
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| Blood stains while I bled out
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| Defying til the end but you won’t never get the red out
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| I always had your back
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| You always went behind mine
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| I always had a minute
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| You could never find time
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| I’d take a bullet for ya
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| You could put that in a quote
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| You’d pull the trigger
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| Call it suicide, and sign the note
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| Wastin' time
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| Pretending that I’m never gonna trust again
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| Saw your lies
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| Cost my heart and blood in my ears
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| I’m Hating life
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| Every single second I’m a true pysch
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| I’m hating here…
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| Cause every breath that you breathe is betrayal
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| I never shoulda let you get that close to me
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| And I never shoulda opened up those doors for free
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| You put the pussy on me like a pair of handcuffs
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| And then beat me close fisted, bare knuckles, no gloves
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| You knew my weakness and my weaknesses was you
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| We fucked till I forget about the sneaky shit you do
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| Like goin' through my phone, emails
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| All the accusations
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| Every other day another false set of allegations
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| The constant lies that I knew that you was tellin'
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| The constant cries I was buying, you were sellin'
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| The false wording like I’d be with you forever
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| The day I stopped ignoring it, put two and two together
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| And I seen you for the demon, not the angel you portrayed
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| I shoulda choked you out and put you in a unmarked Grave
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| Just deep enough to hide your fuckin' lies and betrayal
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| Like the rest of all the snakes left to rot. |
| Burn in hell
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| Like a bullet on a dark night
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| What’s love without a fight
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| She a devil and her heart so cold
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| And she never gonna let it go
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| She got a mind full of sick thoughts
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| Like I could be the man when she pissed off
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| Evil things to make the killer skin crawl
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| But it’s betrayal that became the devil’s dying fall
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| A dirty broad with the flaw, just a lustful pain
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| To see her suffer like the other lovers, that’s a game
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| She cut like a blade to the vein, with the same, with the pain
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| Took the blade to the fame
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| Just to get a motherfucker to put a stain on his name
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| But it can never be erased from a shame to brains
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| So pick you path, pick your pill, pick your poison man
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| Pick your passion, pick your casket cause it’s all the same
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| The devils daughter, she quenched like water
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| Got you walkin' to a beer, like a lamb to the slaughter
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| Every single breath you breath’s like lies inside my head |