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true love

i think it’s time to have a taste of your own medicine
because i’m sick to death from your life of sin

some people are like clouds in fact
it’s so much brighter when they pass


you just won’t quit it’s so deliberate
why can’t you deal with it?
demons bottled up when you were just a kid
i’ll rip off your bandaid it might sting a bit
i don’t why i tried when you only give a shit about everyone else legit


i grind my teeth and bite my tongue
i learn to like the taste of my own blood
you save your skin just to drag me through the mud
well push came to shove
i guess this is what you call true love
Written by cpizzi (Christian P)
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