Scorned, and hurt you don not care
smile and laugh you do not dare
you say when you look at me you see the remineats of your past
penatraing spikes that drive deep in me im now spiting blood and spiteful pain, hurtful irrigation so sick of the nation cenventional betrayal
beat up and hurt taratomia you've cut out my heart
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