You infectious parasite
you diseased my heart
I hope all this guilt
tears you apart
You played me like
a video game
and made me believe
the lies that spewed from your lips
Now my heart
is slowly dying
from the disease
you called your love
If you wanted me dead
you should have made it quick
instead of loving me
and making me sick
Feb 11, 2012
Feb 11, 2012 at 10:12 PM UTC
You infectious parasite
you diseased my heart
I hope all this guilt
tears you apart
You played me like
a video game
and made me believe
the lies that spewed from your lips
Now my heart
is slowly dying
from the disease
you called your love
If you wanted me dead
you should have made it quick
instead of loving me
and making me sick
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