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You Whore
Put a cap over my bleeding heart,
You say how you never wanted to tear me apart.
Yeah well they say that all the time,
They're just empty steps to my climb!
You think you're no good,
But that's just being rude
To yourself, and the people that love you.
The people that feel for what you've been through.
You yell at the top of your lungs, this is war.
The sheet between your mind and sanity has been torn!
You greedy, nasty whore.
You're mind is always unsure.
Why do I let myself get hurt?
You're just dirt, dirt, dirt!
Nothing to cry over,
Far from a four leaf clover.
So go steal, kill, and destroy!
You slut, you killjoy.
You say how you never wanted to tear me apart.
Yeah well they say that all the time,
They're just empty steps to my climb!
You think you're no good,
But that's just being rude
To yourself, and the people that love you.
The people that feel for what you've been through.
You yell at the top of your lungs, this is war.
The sheet between your mind and sanity has been torn!
You greedy, nasty whore.
You're mind is always unsure.
Why do I let myself get hurt?
You're just dirt, dirt, dirt!
Nothing to cry over,
Far from a four leaf clover.
So go steal, kill, and destroy!
You slut, you killjoy.
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