• Your Last Mistake Is The First Song On This Mixtape of Hate. Your lips say just the right things to cut straight through these heart strings and rip the clouds out of my wednesday morning glory skies provoking my leaky green eyes to do what they do best. They show how the emotions I have left (bottled up inside) take over my life. Like a cancer commiting to my slow suicide, I could rest in peace or pieces. but I can't decide (without our rhymes, I have no reason...) And behind these adlib senteces full of cliches about an autumn season, I'm wasting away quickly. and your excuses are quickly wasting away on me because I'm drunk with hate. I'll be hung over in the morning because of this, and you (it) make(s) me sick to my stomach (to feel like this) and I'm so sick and tired of feeling so tired and sick. and to be honest I'm also sick of your empty promise. But I'm slowly sobering up to the events that led to last night. and I show how the emotions I have left (bottled up inside) take over my life. Like a dull knife breaking our skin and cutting the ties. I could rest in peace or pieces, but I can't decide (without our rhymes, I have no reason...) to live.

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