| Accustom to the disaster at the end of the day
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| Promises swarm in lies of respect
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| Another loveless scar of a haunting mistake
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| Useless screaming in a locked room alone
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| Favoring your selfish plague, this mark of rage
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| Vision of resentment, respect is to blame
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| Once on your back and forever on your knees
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| Pray for this lust and release our fatal disease
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| Tried to cope, unkind remarks, these terms left unsaid
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| Apology for the hunted, the hand that gave this wound
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| Mother tongue is making an overachiever of you again
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| Invested this time in breaking the neck of virtue
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| An ego that can bruise with ease
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| This pair of heart-shaped lips would tear out your heart
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| Skinned knees across hard wood floors
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| Pulled hair, bruised skin, argument then war
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| This is the way we pay respect for this sin
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| Fine line, hate divine
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| Focus in on this lost essence that will end up eating what you have left
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| Simplified this love, falling into these bad times
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| Fingertips on bruised lips
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| This time a kiss won’t make it better
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| Love lies dead in our imitation of passion
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| Blood stained mind with hate filled design
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| Her head tilts back as essence flows from these wrists of love
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| Unsettled in commitments like these
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| For better or worse, now begging grace
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| In words of wrath, union of disaster
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| The non-sterile thought of this hated design
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| These examples have been placed in clear view before
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| Forcing this period of time we called forever
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| Unwinding to the sound of her stopping breath
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| Understanding the truth of our end |