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Sinister

I smoked out in the back of the car,
the memory of this you will forever treasure.
How many tears fall, how much blood there is?
the sadness which I am facing now
is killing the essence of my soul
The meanings now fading over me.
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Making love to me.
Devoid of emotion Senseless,
apathetic, sinful, sinister
She ruined me.
They say there is always Peace before a storm,
but there is always tragedy that follows behind it
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You can hurt me all you want,
But I'm the one who drags this blade across my throat,
if there is something of this you will forever treasure
as I feed on long nights and broken dreams
that prove the worst of everything we said and done.
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Making love to me
Devoid of emotion Senseless,
apathetic, sinful, sinister
I ruined her.
I heard there is always peace before a storm,
but there is always tragedy that follows behind it.