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The incisions on your wrist all for show.
like you.
The epitome of indulgence.
farce, a charade and another set of crocodile tears.
So serenade her with your last pathetic love song.

"Broken never mend."
But never move one.
And now she's gone of you.
And again you're the epitome of pure self destruction.

Cupid never his mark.
As we await the of blades on flesh.
You part the skin and of blades on blood.

So the fucking skin.
So the fucking skin.
To the blades on blood.
To tell the on the blood.
The on blood.
She said I you.
She said, she goodbye.

So cry me a fucking bitch.

You wouldn't know love if it crossed fucking chest
Let go.
You wouldn't know love if it crossed fucking chest.
"Razors, roses and a tomorrow."
You wouldn't know if it crossed your fucking chest.
"Razors, and a black tomorrow."
Yeahhh.

They never showed any to anything but your ego.
A tragedy of errors at the of times.
You are everything wrong with me.
You are that I despise.
You are everything I dreamed die.
You are everything fades away and slowly dies.

Will you bleed for me when suicide seems so
Will you for me?
Will you fucking bleed for me suicide.
So yesterday.
It's all so yesterday.
So yesterday.