You find this easy to kill her mind when everything you took was irreplaceably mine.
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You'd still expect her to know what to say?
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When all the time she spent scared of you.
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You weren't even there, just in her dreams impending doom,
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and every day she cries because she can still fucking see your eyes.
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What right gives you the chance to erase a beautiful face?
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What right gives you?
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In her inner most thoughts you come from behind,
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she suffered your rape, she suffered your kind.
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You'd still expect her to know what to say?
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You call her up late at night when she's forgotten all about you and everything's right.
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Now she comes to me, like she did before.
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Because of you.
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Scared because of you.
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You're not sorry. You're not right.
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Her vanity you've taken.
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She can't hold it inside.
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And she can still fucking see your eyes.
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Contrite
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| Folly |
