Your eyes push shards of glass to mince my defenses
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I never thought I'd feel this way - memories haunting every breath
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it frightens me to know I can never be rid of you
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after a year, you still stir something in me
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the hate has faded but the disgust remains.
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I recall when only warmth and acceptance filled your eyes.
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If I could understand - what turned you against me
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if I could just understand - what hardened your stare into scorn
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what was it worth to you - to turn me inside out?
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You became he that we hated - left me with scarlet eyes
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and an empty chest - its been a year and I still feel nauseous
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brown eyes cut into me - parting once friendly flesh
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I burned your pictures away - but I can't stop remember when
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the city has not felt the same since
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though your stare has hardened - this cold contempt makes me wonder
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could an ounce of guilt boil in your blood?
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This blood we shared - seeps from an ever present truth
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a missing piece of my past - still makes me crawl the other way
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no I can't forgive - as you embody my regret
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you are the living proof - that I'll never ever trust again
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I never really told you what you had meant to me
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ere my lungs met the ire of your voracious mouth.
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So now I walk alone through the ashes of our ties.
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My mind flooding with memories of endless summer drives.
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I'd love to talk with you to fully understand
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what finally drove you to this choice - to smash my heart
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but some things are better left unsaid.
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To You, Contorionist
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The Black Dahlia Murder |