| I didn’t mean for it to be so bad
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| I got lost in my mistakes
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| And judgments from you I feared to take
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| Every day the beauty in your face drained
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| And said time with me is a cancer
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| With all the answers that I can’t make
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| To cure your anxiety, hearing you lied to me
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| And I don’t love you, to my face
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| You cried to me every day it felt like
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| I found fail forever and I held tight
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| So I could fall with you with my eyes closed
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| And no close to love life
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| But this fall has changed my autumns
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| Now wet skin is touched by cold wind
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| I stayed in my side in bed still tossing
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| Arms hugging close but no wins
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| Your lips went from soft to just talking
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| My hands place where you’ve last been
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| And it’s freezing more thoughts tease me
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| With warmth and what was now lost friend
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| Love changed her style to punk
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| The pain was played as a wilder trump
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| So while I’d say you could claim as a front for attention
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| Now listen and get what you want
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| All eyes and ears are on me for proof
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| I watch in dilemma of who thinks what’s truth
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| And respond to your blame of neglect by use of this time |
| All I’ll do is talk about you
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| Cause I’ve made mistakes but I’ve claimed
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| Everything without guard that I’ve explained
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| To clean a mess between two that’s made alone
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| With hate you fail to help her do the same
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| Maybe I’m an animal worth hurting
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| A kicked Pit raised into an ugly person
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| Who lusts too much for life that lost worth
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| And began to snap at the monotony of searching
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| It only felt love with one but doubt
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| Placed your hand with worth of putting down
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| So it shakes when you open your mouth
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| Afraid it’s wrong it’ll never make a sound
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| See your touch wasn’t placed to pet
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| In fear it roams and tries to forget
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| With any attention but kicks at best seen astray
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| Chewing the collar off its neck
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| You can’t blame someone’s life for flirting
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| When your life’s spent building a case to hurt them
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| Neglecting emotions in secret you search and stare dead
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| Who sounds like an uglier person?
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| When I pass my puppy at the door to kiss your face
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| You stay reacting sore and empty waste
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| So I hate myself for every day
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| I can’t place why you hate me more |
| Fine, maybe I’m a guilty person
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| Maybe my faults made me worth searching
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| Maybe my blame is just, I’m just a shame
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| Or I lust too much you’ll never trust the same
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| Maybe I’m too old and lost in fear
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| Of past faults and what they’ve cost
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| I guard what’s little left with awe
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| But returning tears will blind anything you saw
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| Alone in judgment a room of nothing
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| I sit and think, alive in discomfort
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| Isn’t it something ironic function
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| To kill my pride I drink to karma’s crumbling
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| By the time that all done is mentioned
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| I consciously accepted the attention
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| Say I shouldn’t stray if I felt that pain, I shoulda left
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| Your face formed my strength to walk away I guess
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| I’m a snake personified
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| A feeling of never, hate in human form
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| Of grip handles too late, a living lie
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| A piece of shit to knock spit on a heart to dismantle
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| A face to target why
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| All past anxiety in need of new paths to channel
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| A place, for blaming eyes, to crane your neck
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| Your wings need the wind from a scandal
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| I’ll take it, exemplify
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| Frame it in music and use it displayed on this mantle |
| Our hate, immortalized, the time that we waste
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| Put flames on both ends of my candle
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| Today, Josh’ll die, this monster won’t tame
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| My inner child shakes and I ramble
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| Afraid, claiming fine, but a lie
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| Like everything you said I made in examples
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| It’s my mistake, I’m vile
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| I’m past the pain, unworth the while
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| A snake who tries it shoulda walked away
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| But I’d kill to see you smile
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| Alone I stumble no home, impatient
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| Hands that touched you in fists with blame
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| Burning my thoughts, judgments and shame
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| I see every day from your face, I hate it
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| This is how I’ll be remembered, tasteless
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| Everything I might’ve done, erased
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| Till who I am’s ugly a cancer a cage to age
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| And falling for always and crack to your hatred
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| Hope you found holiday’s home complacent
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| His touch can hush any angst, feel safe
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| I spend these days alone pen to this page
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| Afraid on the stage I’ll shake confiding my pain
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| Remembering times you were with me
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| When I fought for what I’m not worth forgiving
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| Shape of your face, soft is now changed
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| Lost in the ways you’ll learn to forget me |
| Everyday ugly kickstarting my heart but I’m curt
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| Even worse the smile grudging my heart, what I’m worth
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| You keep judging and charging the dark, kicking dirt
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| Now I’m hungry with scars that start em, getting worse
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| It’s likely the rage in my face that’ll surface
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| crooked, worthless
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| You place with such hate, I take while she searches
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| Wilting we both lay and flirt anxious with purpose
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| They say, they say, they say, they say, to let you
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| Say, they say, they say, they say to let you
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| Say, they say, they say, they say to let you
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| Say, they say, they say, they say to let you go |