| This wronged boy’s holding weapons now
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| His morbid status and not so quick affliction
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| Time has passed to find what you represent
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| A fostered soul lost to the flesh, it’s a sad story but you
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| Say ‘Don't know how you got this way, I only care that you’re here to stay'
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| Whatchya gonna do when everybody’s through?
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| Whatchya gonna do when she fucks him too?
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| I get it’s intriguing, but gather your feelings
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| We’ll be what you need
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| She’s using you, you’re using her
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| We all know it and can’t wait till you blow it
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| Clinging so tightly, it’s sad how you’ve been
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| But you’ll always give up and you’ll always give in
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| Lie to yourself, and everyone else
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| Can’t you see you make the saddest excuses
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| For the way that she says when she touches your skin
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| ‘You're the love of my life with a devilish grin'
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| Feeding on your innocence, breeding on your selfishness
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| You wanted, you wanted, but now you’re the one fighting, it’s homicide
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| What’d he ever do now there’s a knife to his chest and his breathing is shaky
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| and his heart rate is pounding but
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| «Stop, Wait! |
| Oh no!» |
| you exclaim
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| «It's not what it seems like» but after it’s all done
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| Listen to the sound of the dripping blood from his shattered heart and will you
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| still
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| Say ‘Don't know how you got this way, I only care that you’re here to stay'
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| Whatchya gonna do when everybody’s through?
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| Whatchya gonna do when she fucks him too?
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| I get it’s intriguing, but gather your feelings
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| We’ll be what you need
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| Walking a tightrope to maintain the tension
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| The awkward silence all leading to this
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| But waking every day to the sight of your ugly face is something i’ll never miss
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| Walking a tightrope to maintain the tension
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| The awkward silence all leading to this
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| But waking every day to the sight of your ugly face is something i’ll never miss
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| Waking every day alone feels so good, it’s something I’ll never change |