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Texty: Atreyu. Deanne The Arsonist.

Go

Coward, the next time you want to fuck me over stab me in the front
Can I still see my future in your eyes
Or can I picture myself stone dead in your embrace
And your cruel crimson smile kills me quietly

No one could have their moments free from your withering touch
Fuck off like you're the only one who has ever cried or been broken by love
Spare me your pity party drunk off your own misfortunes
Wallowing in your blissful melancholy

Can you taste my blood? You knew that this would kill me
But you carried on and on with your selfish shit
Everyone cared about you why couldn't you
Instead your greed compelled you to steal other silver linings

Burnt down my world, you killed my hope
Spread out the ash and walked away
How could you just close off your eyes
Turn tail and run, you are the greatest coward

Come on, damn right I am still pissed
Next time I see you we will see who has the upper hand
Kiss my fist, taste the floor
Tired of your games fuck off goodbye