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Jealousy is such a bitch
Nowhere feels like home and this home is only walls with a roof
Threads that stretch into the past are frayed and flutter in the breeze
Blowing from a drafty dark corridor that smells of decaying dreams
Or is it my dirty laundry i keep hidden in cloak rooms and trash bags
Hoping no one notices the dust covering the stories i polished with lies
Or the lies i painted to distract you from the truth i never told
About the jealousy that rages within me for the love i cannot have
Because you give it to a pig undeserving of your heart
As my lips form the word but my voice cannot speak its sound
Bitch!
You are all that word implies and very little more
Though you pretend to be an angel, you have fallen to your knees
And like all fallen angels you are bound to go to Hell
I would leave here if i had somewhere to go
But another home would be no more familiar than this empty bunch of walls
With a roof that cannot protect me from the cold you exude
That lingers in the air with the scent of your rotting corpse in my laundry bags
Besides, i am tired of dragging you around with me from one roof to another
I wonder, are you happy now? Are you getting that deep tan you always wished for?
It can't be hotter than Hell in Hades but I can still hear you bitching that it's so
Threads that stretch into the past are frayed and flutter in the breeze
Blowing from a drafty dark corridor that smells of decaying dreams
Or is it my dirty laundry i keep hidden in cloak rooms and trash bags
Hoping no one notices the dust covering the stories i polished with lies
Or the lies i painted to distract you from the truth i never told
About the jealousy that rages within me for the love i cannot have
Because you give it to a pig undeserving of your heart
As my lips form the word but my voice cannot speak its sound
Bitch!
You are all that word implies and very little more
Though you pretend to be an angel, you have fallen to your knees
And like all fallen angels you are bound to go to Hell
I would leave here if i had somewhere to go
But another home would be no more familiar than this empty bunch of walls
With a roof that cannot protect me from the cold you exude
That lingers in the air with the scent of your rotting corpse in my laundry bags
Besides, i am tired of dragging you around with me from one roof to another
I wonder, are you happy now? Are you getting that deep tan you always wished for?
It can't be hotter than Hell in Hades but I can still hear you bitching that it's so
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