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Feb 2014
Get right to the point, as you point your trembling finger
Pour it out upon me, and let the feeling linger
Let me know that everything I've ever done is wrong
Let me know you knew that I would fail you all along
And as the words fall lifeless, don't forget you tell yourself
That everything you say is justified within yourself
For this whole time that you have turned the focus upon me
You've lost sight of the tragedy that you have come to be
In everything I've ever done, I've not listened to you
That doesn't automatically make wrong these things I do
You think I am so evil, but I still hold not a grudge
For you have claimed the greater sin when you began to judge
So go on and pour you heart out, and drink it quickly down
This sinful alcoholic shot that causes you to drown
A tonic of the yesterday, a sideshow "remedy"
But only on the surface, for deep inside, you see
The bitter seeds of self-deceit have sprouted and run mad
Contaminating and corrupting all you thought you had
I think the saddest thing to see is how you justify
Everything you do by pointing fingers, telling lies
Sin and tonic only makes you drunk and falsified
You will never look the better when all you've done is lied
Diary of the Damned
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Diary of the Damned  Stanford, Kentucky
(Stanford, Kentucky)   
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   Luna Lynn
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