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too much and never enough full of myself blood and guts i'm all heart-bleeding no reasoning sick and needy plotting a plan i'm a master at deceiving but you're the one with a knife under your bed who wouldn't know the truth if it shot you in the head you painted me the picture of desperation jealous, bored housewife in need of inspiration too much time on my hands, you said while i built this life you so easily shred i told you not to play with matches you set this house on fire on my knees to sift the ashes I slept in a bed of unrequited desire blackened body to the bone you left me for dead, a walking ghost you ripped me apart limb from limb portrayed me as a hunter when I was the hunted good graces turned into bygones you chewed through your circle of friends we all tried to protect the liar who sat on a throne of misguided revenge you lost the war and kept on fighting brought it home and struck like lightning never in the same spot more than once if these walls could talk they'd say we've had enough i climbed (clawed) my way back to the light muffled the screams to hide the plight kept my head up and eyes plastered forward i turned a broken melody into a chorus maybe i should say thank you for giving me someone to prove wrong without your scathing rhetoric i wouldn't have had the courage to move on
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Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 3:18 PM UTC
War crimes
too much and never enough full of myself blood and guts i'm all heart-bleeding no reasoning sick and needy plotting a plan i'm a master at deceiving but you're the one with a knife under your bed who wouldn't know the truth if it shot you in the head you painted me the picture of desperation jealous, bored housewife in need of inspiration too much time on my hands, you said while i built this life you so easily shred i told you not to play with matches you set this house on fire on my knees to sift the ashes I slept in a bed of unrequited desire blackened body to the bone you left me for dead, a walking ghost you ripped me apart limb from limb portrayed me as a hunter when I was the hunted good graces turned into bygones you chewed through your circle of friends we all tried to protect the liar who sat on a throne of misguided revenge you lost the war and kept on fighting brought it home and struck like lightning never in the same spot more than once if these walls could talk they'd say we've had enough i climbed (clawed) my way back to the light muffled the screams to hide the plight kept my head up and eyes plastered forward i turned a broken melody into a chorus maybe i should say thank you for giving me someone to prove wrong without your scathing rhetoric i wouldn't have had the courage to move on
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Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 3:18 PM UTC
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