other woman

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I cried without tears
shaping what kind of love I have been
I borrowed someone else home
and kinda loose everything

we forge in fire and completely burst.
but I get used to live,
I get used to live with those mouth that's made from dagger.
other woman?
that's what they called me
the ugly truth shameless real me
and surely
the misfortune of everyone's family

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