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What You've Done |
| Written by Sorrow Is My Mask | |
| Monday, 28 April 2008 | |
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What You've Done
My trust it's all used up, nothing left to give Why do you keep justifying reasons for my cracked ribs
Everything you do, your disgusting see-through soul They provide an alibi for why you tossed me like a stone
And I'm still the victim nobody listens to Everything you have done to me, now I can finally see the truth
So tired of this pathetic race I wish we could just all be erased
I'm falling down so diseased now Injected with your sickness, there is no way out
Coughing up all of your lies Letting bleed my own rotted insides
There is no existing cure for what I've contracted Nobody helps me, you keep them all distracted
I can't believe you stole my heart like this Just to get attention, you cut those wrists
If I had a knife I'd cut your throat Killing you would bring back everything you stole
I've lost hope, I can't adhere I'd even pray to god just to make this all disappear
Violence is all that we are fed It's no wonder you looked so beautiful to me in all of your dread
This has to end somewhere, so tired of wearing this fake smile Just you wait and see, I'll be dead in a little while Copyright 2008 Sorrow Is My Mask |
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