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What the hell's your problem All you do is deny I guess that's all you ever did You forced my heart to just up and die Left me with this anguish And it's seeping through my skin Everything is telling me just to hate you I can't, for hate is the deadliest sin I just wish you'd hurt this badly Attempt to see through these bloodshot eyes If i get ahold of you There would be no time for any final goodbyes You are a worthless coward These memories of me will fade and pass While I drown in this agony My heart is shattered into shards of broken glass Bleeding through my clothing Oh, it's sopping to the floor Make all this pain vanish, please I don't want to experience it anymore When I suffer, it brings you utmost joy Just laugh it up, you ***** This fire in my heart seems unhealthy I think I might get sick On my knees, trembling so violently Alone because of you Cleaning up this mess you've made Is the least that you could do You wouldn't do just that And so you leave me to wollow Every ounce of pain you've put on me Has painted my heart hollow
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May 18, 2010
May 18, 2010 at 5:55 PM UTC
Painted Hollow
What the hell's your problem All you do is deny I guess that's all you ever did You forced my heart to just up and die Left me with this anguish And it's seeping through my skin Everything is telling me just to hate you I can't, for hate is the deadliest sin I just wish you'd hurt this badly Attempt to see through these bloodshot eyes If i get ahold of you There would be no time for any final goodbyes You are a worthless coward These memories of me will fade and pass While I drown in this agony My heart is shattered into shards of broken glass Bleeding through my clothing Oh, it's sopping to the floor Make all this pain vanish, please I don't want to experience it anymore When I suffer, it brings you utmost joy Just laugh it up, you ***** This fire in my heart seems unhealthy I think I might get sick On my knees, trembling so violently Alone because of you Cleaning up this mess you've made Is the least that you could do You wouldn't do just that And so you leave me to wollow Every ounce of pain you've put on me Has painted my heart hollow
Inspired By The One Who Was Untrustworthy, All Along...
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May 18, 2010
May 18, 2010 at 5:55 PM UTC
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