If I can then I will twist
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this knife until it snaps
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at the hilt to make you feel
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this damage done is real.
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When will I recover from
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a wound that never heals?
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The answer's always never.
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Forget November and suffer with a smile.
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Blood soaked t-shirt worn only once and left
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wet to remind me never to turn my back on you again.
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Counting all the days and nights since I've slept
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and you're not alone?
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How could anything this tragic
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turn into a laughing matter.
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Am I not alone?
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Just because you're rotting
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doesn't mean you're dead.
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It doesn't make you loved.
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You just got lost in it.
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We both love the money,
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we all love our friends.
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It doesn't make us pricks.
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We just keep falling in.
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I can't rest, my neck's too stiff.
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Is this remorse or hindsight making me delirious?
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With a goodnight kiss these bloody lips
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whisper something about rats and sinking ships.
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Blood soaked t-shirt worn only once and left
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wet to remind me never to turn my back on you again.
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Counting all the days and nights since I've slept
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and you're not alone?
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How could anything this tragic
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turn into a laughing matter.
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Am I not alone?
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Leave me lifeless.
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(A bloody whisper from your lips.)
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Leave me lifeless.
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(Forget November, suffer this.)
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A lie, if you don't believe.
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A lie. That's how we live our lives.
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if you don't believe.
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A lie. That's how we live our lives.
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Stab Stab Stab
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| A Wilhelm Scream |
