stab me in the heart again once for love and
once again the pain has come blood fills my eyes
You said you never got what you need. Well I
Another passing moment
Another dead cliche
Another jaw closes
Around my throat t
and with this we learn to appreciate true suffering the
how you came from the wall feeding me handfuls of
from your hands pulling at these strings my life is
I can't forgive you this distance shorter as the embering
We've seen your moral fabric
Come apart at the seams
We've seen
spite the hand that breeds innocence light the fires of
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