I have visions,
of standing in the kitchen
holding a knife to my throat
In each hand;
one for you,
one for him;
I hold a note.
You both took turns
tearing me apart
and breaking my heart
now do you see how love hurts? ! ?
I finally gave up
after so many tries
now im covered in blood
and lifeless
You both did the same thing
treated me wrong
when i was in love with you
now im dead
and its your fault
how do you feel about that? ?
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