Who
Yea
They only day that everyone loves you
Is when their looking at you in your grave
And your looking back from a black box
If i stayed would things have changed?
Would you ask less when you ask to much?
Would have you paid for my lunch?
Prevent me from doing stupid stunts?
You hear about me, but never greeted me once
Yea
I put my heart on a silver plate
You grabbed my heart just to watch it break
Then threw back in my face
You love the taste of my blood
We f\\\\d but it wasn't love
We kissed but it wasn't love
Like b\\\h your the dust i kick under the rug
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