part 3: crown

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you sit on a throne of lies

wearing a smile as your disguise

everytime i pulled away 

you begged me to stay

your words filled me to the brim

tearing me apart limb to limb

you have sugar on your lips but venom on your tongue 

but i refuse to bow down and let you wear the crown

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