| There she was, with the blade in her hand
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| Scars on her skin replaced kiss of the man
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| She’s played a part for as long as she’s known
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| Regret fills her heart as her love leaves her home
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| She’s learned to be passive, but such is a loss
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| Accepting defeat without foreclosing costs
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| For her, this was needed to be rid of the pain
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| You play the victim and I’ll play insane
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| Offense or defense, passive or violent
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| I’ll cut my wrists 'til my heartbeat is silent
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| With the shell in my hand, I’m equipped with the pump
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| Shots in her body until she is a stump
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| Stomp out that fucker, his death will be slow
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| You made me do this, just as far as you know
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| If you don’t exist, then my pain can be rid
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| So I gut the fucker then eat like a pig
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| Offense or defense, passive or violent
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| I’ll cut my wrists 'til my heartbeat is silent
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| With the shell in my hand, I’m equipped with the pump
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| Shots in her body until she is a stump
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| Offense or defense, passive or violent
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| I’ll cut my wrists 'til my heartbeat is silent
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| With the shell in my hand, I’m equipped with the pump
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| Shots in her body until she is a stump
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| I am the heart marksman |