come set my guts on fire and shake me to the bone,
nothing can beat the cold of feeling all alone at home.
purge the greed out of your heart; return my innocence you stole,
before the kindness in your soul has completely hardened into coal.
misery chokes me till I'm nothing but your hands are the ones around my throat,
oh well. sweet talk's outdated; it doesn't help when you're the one i loathe
commit more sins if you please, I'll write your maleficence into prose,
I'll always hang around to haunt you till the day i overdose.
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i like staying out really late and hanging around old places and listening to old music ( oLD SOUL ) and surviving on sandwiches ( bread is LIFE ) ... then conveniently missing the last train at midnight :-)-)-)
