The incisions is your wrist were all for show.
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Just like you.
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The epitome of self indulgence.
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Another farce.
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A charade and another set of crocodile tears.
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So serenade her with your last pathetic suicide love song.
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"Broken hearts never mend".
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But fools never move one.
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And now she's gone because of you.
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And once again You're the epitome of pure self destruction.
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Cupid never found his mark.
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As we await the insertion of blades on flesh.
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You part the skin and tell of blades on blood.
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So part the fucking skin.
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To tell the blades on blood.
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She said "I Love You"
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She said.
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She said goodbye.
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So cry me a fucking river bitch.
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You wouldn't know love if it crushed you fucking chest.
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Let go.
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You wouldn't know love if it crushed your fucking chest.
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"Razors, roses and a black tomorrow"
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They never showed any affection to anything but your ego.
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A tragedy of errors at the best of times.
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You are everything that's wrong with me.
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You're everything that I despise.
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You are everything I dreamed would die.
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You are everything that fades away and slowly dies.
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Will you bleed for me when suicide seems so yesterday?
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Will you bleed for me?
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Will you fucking bleed for me when suicide...
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It's so yesterday.
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It's all so fucking yesterday
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Romance Is Dead
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| Parkway Drive |
