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These one-shot wounds are piling up Hit me again, one bullet’s not enough Don’t stop firing till we’re corpses walking Measly hateful human bodies rotting My lashing tongue goads you into the fight Broken bodies fighting for bruised pride Burning tears are your only defense And beautiful make-up to hide battered flesh Meanwhile, I’ll wear a costume made of words To hide the melted plastic burns We can both easily lie to a world of fools At least, until the next uncivilized duel
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Apr 14, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 at 12:14 PM UTC
A Fool's Fight
These one-shot wounds are piling up Hit me again, one bullet’s not enough Don’t stop firing till we’re corpses walking Measly hateful human bodies rotting My lashing tongue goads you into the fight Broken bodies fighting for bruised pride Burning tears are your only defense And beautiful make-up to hide battered flesh Meanwhile, I’ll wear a costume made of words To hide the melted plastic burns We can both easily lie to a world of fools At least, until the next uncivilized duel
I know that every single fight is my fault. Every wound is my fault.
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Apr 14, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 at 12:14 PM UTC
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