And It Was All Me

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The amount of times i have seen her dead body in the bathtub
And her decapitated head sneers at me through the washing machine window
I see her walking in the middle of the road, faceless, hair falling down her pale gown
She is in the corner of my room staring down at me
I see her jumping off the cliff, smiling
And floating across the lake, skin cold and gray like a corpse but she turns to me with a grin so wide and calls me to herself
I walk away everytime, her seduction are a mere distraction
And her call to my doom is one i can't answer
So i retrace my steps never to give her a mind