| Left for the vultures alone to rot
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| You’re nothing but a shadow of a person that I forgot
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| A silhouette to remind me of what I’m not
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| You’re just a shade; |
| a duller color than you used to be
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| Death is a lesson that you’ll learn the hard way
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| Too little too late
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| I’ll watch you manipulate every beautiful thing you’ve seen
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| You’re just the scum left underneath
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| Too little too late
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| Such a bittersweet way to relive hate
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| With darker days ahead
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| Hard to love with a heart that’s already dead
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| Born destined for dirt
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| Truth should hurt
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| I wish you nothing but the worst
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| There’s no time you’ll get back
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| No matter what you give, when the clock runs out you’ll be left to relive all
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| that you tried to hide away
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| There’s no escape from the skeletons you keep in your grave
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| Too little too late
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| I’ll watch you manipulate every beautiful thing you’ve seen
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| You’re just the scum left underneath
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| Too little too late
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| There’ll be no use for a name on your grave
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| No one will remember you anyway
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| When fate decides it’s time for you to die
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| I’ll be the one to pull the noose tight
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| Death is a lesson that you’ll learn the hard way |