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Tearing away at every last bit of sanity that I have
I've killed myself again and again stressing over nothing
This is the last place I'll ever want to be again
Yours is the last face I'll ever want to see again
I've washed my hands of you but the blood still remains
From these holes that you left deep inside my chest
Did you get just whar you wanted?
Because you left me with nothing
But these open wounds and a place that once held my heart
Well I guess it's true what they say
That home is where the heart is ripped in fucking two
From liars that made their way into your heart and ruin
And I'm through wasting mine
Lies
So twist the knife and open your heart
To spill your blood, to end your life