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If you could face me and the things you left when you walked away, could you say that your heart is pure....

Was there ever any truth behind your words or was it all just something that you said when the silence got too heavy....

Control me with your fingertips, drive me insane with your soft lips make every whisper count and tear my heart out.

Let my last breath be your first, let my blood quench your thirst....

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All this time I thought that everything was fine, but every time you open your fucking mouth is me who gets the same old line.
Why do I even bother to fix anything when you go and fuck it all up again. No matter what we do the result will always be the same....

So keep my name out of your fucking mouth coz it´s hard to talk shit without tongue. I tried to play nice I tried to understand but this is the end of the line and you will face the fucking music right fucking now....

And let´s talk about the beauty you think you have, well fuck it you are ugly inside and that makes you disgusting to look at....

Smile to me one more time and I will fucking murder you in that spot....

I still got things that I believe in, integrity, pride & justice. You try to turn those into mockery, but I stand steadfast behind everything that I believe in, so every effort you make in order to strike me down only makes me want to fight harder.... Why do people start wars that they cant win... Sometimes kindness is mistaken for weakness... As god is my witness I´ll be there when your last words crawl out from your blood smeared mouth....
And when your whispers fade into the cold night, the tale of two lovers die. Never again will the moon bathe in the morning light...

My integrity still pure, my pride intact and justice served...