| I don’t care about the pain I have caused you
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| In my mind I am right for what I have done
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| Your thoughts bring you back to the suffering and the fear
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| Tearing your flesh was sweet to behold
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| You are so weak, pathetic, fragile
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| I wanted so much more misery
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| But you would not allow
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| You gave up too quickly
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| This wasn’t precious for you
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| There was no fight in you
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| I gave you the chances to see if you’d take them
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| But feeble you lay crying instead
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| Worthless and a waste of my time
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| I am the artist, you are my tattered canvas
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| Not worth the paint that has spilled
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| I did enjoy your screams however
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| The others before you fought back
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| You could stand to learn from them
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| You will see them soon
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| Wherever they are, or have been
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| I think of them often
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| I will not waste thoughts on you
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| If s going away
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| Do you even realize
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| I have given you
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| The freedom you don’t deserve |