TW: metion of death/being dead
You'll stand there and stare
While we're torn to piecesYou don't say anything
When we beg and plead for helpYou refuse to look
When we need your helpYou turn your back
As we get hurtYou stand over us
We're deadYou pretend to be hurt
Pretend to have been our friend
You say we were good peopleIf we could speak we'd call you out on your bullshit
But we're dead
And this time we can't speak
So there's nothing more to listen to(16/7/21)

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