CHVKE-VN!

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Every time you step into my doorway, Your first phrase is a request for money, You left me and went to a guy richer than me, It's already pathetic and disgustingly hypocritical but not funny, You don't need me as a person, my wallet is a magnet YOU WANTED MONEY, SO CHOKE ON IT, THAT'S ALL YOU CRAVE, YOU ONLY NEED 'EM, THERE'S NO POINT IN DENYING, I SEE EVERYTHIN', SAY NO AND THEN START LYING, YOU WON'T FOOL MY FEELINGS AGAIN, YOU MAKE ME REMEMBER FORGOTTEN PAIN, NO YOU WON'T MAKE ME FEEL GUILTY, YOU WILL NOT BLAME ME, I'VE CHANGED FOR THE BETTER, I AM NOT THE SAME, PLEASE JUST FORGET ME LIKE I DID WITH YOUR NAME Am I just a bag of money to you? If so, then it's bitter, but still the truth... Take the money, eat the wallet, CHOKE ON IT ALL, Anyway your heart is cold shit, AND WILL ALWAYS BE YOU WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND THIS...

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