Save the regret for the sad song
that no one wants to hear.
You were the crying eyes
and the regret that I really don't have.
You received the rain,
it was due to hit you any day.
I came to the door you were leaned against,
don't make me say "I told you so".
This alley of mistakes and bad men,
you know it all too well.
You feed your face from cancer's well,
as if one plague wasn't enough to
make you feel like hell.
Look at her, Miss Trainwreck,
she can't even stand up straight.
The black eyes and cigarette burns
shows how bad her taste in treats is.
[They don't want happy,
they want silent and weak]





















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