As you break apart
There will be no more
tears in your altar
as you pray for death
No angels will come
About your last breath
You Feel Crushed
Like you've done bad
Inside your Tight Chest
You Feel Crushed
You've grown sad
I'll caress you
Before...
As we grow apart
Rip the stiches
Of your closed up scar
You'll bleed in vain
The sweetes teast of
Your lips wont fade away
You Feel Crushed
Like you've done bad
Inside your Tight Chest
You Feel Crushed
You've grown sad
I'll caress you
Before...
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