These tales that you say about me,
these tales that you say,
break every limb,
break everything.

You could have kept your fucking mouth closed from your lies,
your lies turn into alibis, your night dies young.
Why do you disguise,
behind this mask of lies?
Cut me down to size,
chop me up, chop me up.
If only you could see,
I can't take this shit anymore.
What this means to me,
slut.

Now that you see what you have done to me tonight,
I'm coming towards you,
to put this knife into your chest.
Fucking bitch, you ruined everything I ever had.

Hard to believe that everything we had is lost,
so here I go again.
The nonsense of just friends our memories are killing me.
They're killing me again,
it's killing me again.

Your high above me now, but soon you will see,
these lies spilled from your lips will be the death of me.
Now realize cowards have died for so much,
more than this.
Is it so hard for you to confront me?

Should I walk away,
from everything you say?
It doesn't mean a thing,
through the bullshit and the pain,
your face will be left in shame,
slit your fucking throat,
it's the only way to keep your fucking mouth closed.

Hard to believe that everything we had is lost,
so here I go again.
The nonsense of just friends our memories are killing me.
They're killing me again,
it's killing me again.

Cheers to my friends,
let's hope for better ends,
we will overcome.
Cheers to my friends,
let's hope for better ends.
Yes, we will overcome.


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