I'll haunt you
I don't know how
to close this chapter
Where I live through
The night
Hold me one more time
Whisper those pretty lies
Tell me I'll be fine
But I won't deny
The reaper is coming tonight
Slit my wrists
On a full moon night
Watch my blood poor out
Puddle thicken, high tides
I'll die mind ebs away
We meet again one day
Just dream of me and
My spirit won't fade away
I'll haunt your favorite place
To your last days
Waiting for your ghost
So I can spit in your face
I hope you realize
You made me feel so disgraced
I've dealt with so much pain
Just thinking of your face
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