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Love is just a word |
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That is stepped upon |
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Complications, to many |
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Less fortunate one |
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Turn around lies |
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At a young age |
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Smiling, telling lies |
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Bittersweet rage |
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Behind closed doors |
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A whore amongst whores |
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Try to be a true man |
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Stagnated moral code |
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Submission beyond |
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Last temptation |
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This gift of love |
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Transcends into sin |
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A child or man |
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Cold heart in hand |
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Grow through it |
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Drastic changes |
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She wanted to be mine |
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But she lost her mind |
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This bitter taste of remorse |
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This love, a lost cause |
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Sworn to freeze over with cold emotion |
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Drowning her lips with an untold sort o kiss |
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A non-temperamental manner to induce this self hate |
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Too many days pass as you flirt |
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The stab holes are too many |
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Not enough to kill, should have made sure |
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I've seen them slit their wrists in a coward's fashion |
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Don't attempt, fulfill the after regret |
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Your hate is weak, weakening your ambition |
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Take your own life |
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Feeling like someone pushed you to the end of a line |
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Not a desire inside of you |
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God damn this feeling, this love is growing more |
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Got to reject it, can't neglect it |
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An unforgiving touch that led to years of stress |
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Cut with the knife of pleasure and pain |
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One week of peace with your love |
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One week of silence for your lust |
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Lost in indulgence within a general frame |
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Boy kicks girl...setting a lifetimes trade |
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An unearthly weakness to override a quest |
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She swore, she wouldn't tell |
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These condescending words mean nothing |
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She said she wouldn't lie |
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This search for stability through a mental strain |
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Cost of loss thru suffering |
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Take an overdose of the quitters' game |
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Hating this feeling |
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To drunk...another drink |
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Wash away the trouble |
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Take away the pain |
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Lack of sleep |
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Chest tight |
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Damn that loss |
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Punishment of a third degree |
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Believing she was real |
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Buying her lust |
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Tying her arms in the most uncompromising manner |
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She wants more, she begs for more |
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Taste this love of shameful literature |
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A burden for the level of second hand stress |
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A childhood picture coming to life |
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These long-winded guilt trips are such an obsolete breath of life |
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Got to bleed this contamination out of my soul |
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A sense of uneasiness with to much kindness |
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Somewhere in thee apologies the devil lurks |