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Shame No More
The smell of rot and decay is still very fresh in the air
Too many lies and disturbing thoughts of why and how did I ever care
I slowly and gently place a rose and a tear on your grave
If you would have just opened your mind,and tried to understand
I would have been proud to have you and to only hold your hand
You ignored the signs and didnt fucking care to listen did you?
Now all of your tainted flesh can rot in hell
And your limbs and body shall give off a disgusting, yet soothing smell
Even the maggots will shit on your soul
Why did you laugh when I said That I loved you?
All of your crazy thoughts and the brutal denial of what you did
I will never forget that day when your insanity completely slid
Why would you think I wanted all of that pain you made me endure?
Especially when you knew how deeply I cared....
Sex, drugs, and rock N roll
All the trust and memories that you fucking stole
Its was so hard to regain what you thought you could own
In the end, what you did really made me stronger
That fear you instilled inside lives no longer
Now I just visit your grave....I still have yet to spit on it..
Oh the irony you sick twisted fuck.
Too many lies and disturbing thoughts of why and how did I ever care
I slowly and gently place a rose and a tear on your grave
If you would have just opened your mind,and tried to understand
I would have been proud to have you and to only hold your hand
You ignored the signs and didnt fucking care to listen did you?
Now all of your tainted flesh can rot in hell
And your limbs and body shall give off a disgusting, yet soothing smell
Even the maggots will shit on your soul
Why did you laugh when I said That I loved you?
All of your crazy thoughts and the brutal denial of what you did
I will never forget that day when your insanity completely slid
Why would you think I wanted all of that pain you made me endure?
Especially when you knew how deeply I cared....
Sex, drugs, and rock N roll
All the trust and memories that you fucking stole
Its was so hard to regain what you thought you could own
In the end, what you did really made me stronger
That fear you instilled inside lives no longer
Now I just visit your grave....I still have yet to spit on it..
Oh the irony you sick twisted fuck.
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