I will not fake thisAssembled to fit your likingIt's now
Kept neglectI'd never expect for this to endAgain my future
Revealed your secretsUnveiled your filthThe pages containThe hate you've builtAn
Is the weakening stench of malignanceStaining your mind as your
C'monCan you feel my painAnd can you see this bloodstainDripping
Falling asleepYou were right beside meI'm in too deepAnd there's
If I could change your mindPersona be deniedIf only time
BleedThis harboring hate condemns meTo which it bleedsAnother soul in
Words broken over my headEmpty stare obstructing my insidesCrucification burn
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