Your nothing but a chore
Dirt to be swept off the floor
And I don't care anymore
That's what she said to me
God knows she can cut
Throw her fit and swing
I've had enough
Her blade hit me
You want to think you can hurt me anytime
You want to see my pain
You want to know
To see how deep your bullet lies
I have nothing left to say
Monday, April 05, 2010
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