You paint on your face as you hide your lies.
But i see threw you.
Your hypocrasy is thrown on the floor,
mapped out in blood, and tears.
The blade you've ran too all alone
is now the physical proof of your sin...
The only thing left after all your angels
have burned
Farewell my love, i can't handle this,
masquarade any longer.
Now is the end, and i can live with out you.
Be honest... tell me what you think
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pretty coo
Violent much? lol
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wow thats deep i like it
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