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Your heart is cold
I loved it once
now all that's left
is ash and death
walking around with your fake smile
my sullen tragedy beneath all measure of your reality
I am someone...more than you
I do nothing but pose
Flaunting a sick image
I want to puke up our yesterday so it won't haunt me anymore
gouge out the love I felt so dear
warp my mind into thinking nothing of you
your torture is a shallow form of self indulgence
you hide from everything
lying in circles
you sink
and try to pull me down
I can swim away
I don't have to stay
bury my love
a hell that should not exist
I fall into the depths of nothingness