I'd Rather Be

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You burned the night with your senseless anger
And your eyes were so violent the stars didn't even shine
Your filthy hands passed the boundaries
And yet you carefully told me to be quiet
or the exchange would be my last breath
And I had to put the memory all out of my head
So you left me damaged; mouth held shut by your threat
bleeding on your bed
If love is this ,
I'd rather be dead

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