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†laying face down in my pillow/
I try to sleep through my broken thoughts/
but, I can't all I feel is sorrow/
something taken from me/
a hole cast through my chest/
a hole cast through the time I met you, time when/
I trusted you/
but that was thrown in my face/
as you crept through my window and spilled blood from my heart
all you did was slow the pace/
slumped slower into a lower chanceof making it in this place/
in time they've stabbed me one time and stabbed me another/
with this gun i'll deliver a letter/
a letter of death/
one to the head/
too bad this is over too bad you're dead/
I'll take their hearts/
shove them in a blender/
then consume my strength back/
all this due to trust/
all this from the life of sinners/
no more lies/
no more pain/
this is where it ends this is where it will change/
no longer I will allow the pain/
with this hate now I light the match/
ablaze I set my past/
with the only memory of you in the pillow/
the pillow I layed face down in so many times/
face down as you are all now in the bottom of the ditch/
the ditch of sin provoked by sin.†
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