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They say that love cant exist without hate, but i dont find that to be true The hatred is strong Strong enough to stop the love from entering my heart You said you loved me You said you'll die for me You said you'll protect me from anything and everything But we all know thats bull shit You never loved me You never cared about me You never felt anything for me And now i look like the Slut you told me not to believe I hope you're happy You've killed the child inside The one you have repaird with your kind words The kind words that fooled me into love Never should have listened to my heart The heart that has been broken many times and never learnd Thats why im "the broken" The broken who loves so much The broken who gets used by many But now im The Borken who you will wish you have never met Im sorry my love but you've crossed a line that i would never dare I hope you sleep well tonight cuz i will be there Ready to kill Ready to spill blood Ready to see that one face that i thought i knew go blue The knife i hold in my had speaks to me It tells me to show no mercy But my heart says otherwise As much as it pains me to say I still love you These hot burning tears are a reminder of my love for you So get ready, get set, go! Cuz if i find you, i fear the worst So go and run away as fast you can before i get to you Cuz in the end... HA! Well lets just say it wont be a pretty sight
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