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Scorned
If you can't accept, the way I am
You'll never even know me
No more pain, taking a stand
Too bad I'm the ghost you can't even see
Chased me down with your car
Threw my body in a ditch
No more beating of a heart
Now your stuck with this bitch
I'll follow you to the bitter end
And make sure you know I'm there
Never let you hurt someone again
You live, we die, unfair
I hope you cried
Scrubbing my blood off your shirt
I probably wouldn't be dead
If your mood hadn't turned for the worst
I never would'a found out
That you had been unfaithful
Now you're the one walking about
With a loaded gun on the table
How is that regret you feel?
Is it eating at your soul?
You know the truth's bound to come out
One day EVERYONE will know
They'll know why I didn't come home
Be shown the marks upon my wrist
Lower my body into its tomb
All alone by my grave you sit
Crying into your knees
A betrayal of choice
"Please, please forgive me"
Pleading cracks your voice
How can you be forgiven?
You've put me in the ground
Your life's still being liven
I hope your fucking proud
You'll never even know me
No more pain, taking a stand
Too bad I'm the ghost you can't even see
Chased me down with your car
Threw my body in a ditch
No more beating of a heart
Now your stuck with this bitch
I'll follow you to the bitter end
And make sure you know I'm there
Never let you hurt someone again
You live, we die, unfair
I hope you cried
Scrubbing my blood off your shirt
I probably wouldn't be dead
If your mood hadn't turned for the worst
I never would'a found out
That you had been unfaithful
Now you're the one walking about
With a loaded gun on the table
How is that regret you feel?
Is it eating at your soul?
You know the truth's bound to come out
One day EVERYONE will know
They'll know why I didn't come home
Be shown the marks upon my wrist
Lower my body into its tomb
All alone by my grave you sit
Crying into your knees
A betrayal of choice
"Please, please forgive me"
Pleading cracks your voice
How can you be forgiven?
You've put me in the ground
Your life's still being liven
I hope your fucking proud
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