I REALIZED EVERYTHING!
You do not realize How much a vile truth is sweeter than a pleasant lie, In an instant, the truth stood in front of my both eyes, What were you hoping for? Before you opened your own heart, Looks like you wanted TO KILL MY SOUL FROM THE START, CONGRATULATIONS, YOU DID IT, YOU BROKE IT APART I AIN'T NEED ANY RÉMORSE FROM YOU, YOU SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT BEFORE ACTING, NOTHING INSIDE, IN MY SOUL THERE'S ONLY NUMBNESS, NOTHING OUTSIDE, MY FACE ONLY SHOWS DAMN DUMBNESS DON'T EVEN THINK TO OPEN YOUR MOUTH IN MY DIRECTION, SINCE YOUR WORDS FOR ME ARE NOTHING MORE THAN NOTHING, IF YOU REALLY LOVED AND APPRECIATED ME, YOU WOULD FEEL DISGUSTED BY YOUR OWN REFLECTION. I'VE NO MORE TEARS CUZ OF THIS I CRY BLOOD, YOU MADE ME THIS WAY SO LISTEN I'M OUT, I WON'T BELIEVE A WORD THAT FALLS OUT OF YOUR MOUTH, THEY MAKE NO SENSE, AS THEY DON'T HAVE FRANKNESS, THEY'RE ALL FUCKING EMPTY, LEAVE ME ALONE, ALL YOU GIVE ME IS SADNESS, I'M NOT GOING TO ENDURE IT COME ON BREAK ME COMPLETELY, HIDE BEHIND A SMILE THE FACT THAT YOU HATE ME, I'M JUST TIRED OF YOU AND THE LIES THAT YOU FEED ME ALL THE TIME, I'M VOMITIN' WHEN I HEAR YOUR LIES, LET ME LIVE MY SINGLE LIFE...
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