Last night you swore on your right
I had to cease and desist from the game
Got the cut from the glass trying to slit
You left me bitter and spiteful
I got scars as an imprint
Tomorrow they should fade away
Don’t want any part of this sad love left over
Took the spikes out forcefully to let me bleed out and fade
away quietly.
Who could’ve thought that this would be the end of me?
It all started as a pleasant love affair and now all we hear
are battle cries and torn flesh.
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