| Dear martyr,
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| The tears you shed in life
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| No one Is listening
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| The cross you carry is showing
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| Dear virgin,
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| With innocence he stole that night
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| No one is listening
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| Your hymen is broken
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| The more I hate this life, the better it feels
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| your words cut me deeper, it makes the pain more real
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| Dear orphan,
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| Who sits alone waiting
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| No one is listening
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| to his cries at night
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| Abandoned,
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| The world is a cold dead place
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| No one is listening
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| Drag me to the bottom
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| Drag me to the bottom
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| Drag me to the bottom
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| The more I hate this life, the better it feels
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| Your words cut me deeper it makes the pain more real
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| I spent my whole life waiting on you
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| The cut that never heals
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| Your words cut me deeper, it makes the pain more real
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| Drag me to the bottom
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| I"ll drag you to the bottom with me
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| Abandoned,
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| The world is a cold dead place
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| No one is listening
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| Drag me straight to the bottom
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| Medicate yourself
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| and pretend this was love
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| At the expenses of being honest
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| The more I hate this life, the better it feels
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| Your words cut me deeper it makes the pain more real
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| I s
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| pent my whole life waiting on you
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| The cut that never heals
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| Drag me to the bottom
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| I"ll drag you to the bottom with me
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| Drag me to the bottom
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| I"ll take you to the bottom with me |