This girl made me feel like I was soaring high
But an ex came in and fucked it up
She texted that girl and told her lies
Now im running out of luck
The knives I hold
They shine so bright
The metal is cold yet
This feels so right
I make a canvas from my skin
Spelling out words
You fucked it all up again
You always seem to do it
You fucked up plays in my head
Pounding again and again
Your better off dead
Go burn for your sins
The fires in hell are nothing
No pain is noticed from fire
There is pain there from something
Like a lost friend and failed desires.
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