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They look like they best things
When in reality they'll torture you
Until you're dead inside
There seven deadly sins were my life

The man who stood by me wasn't the one to blame
Although he made me feel more pride
Then anyone would consider human
And then I got too cocky
And he left me for the terrible things I'd done

It seemed so unreasonable
Now that I look back it was completely understandable
When we were together I would look for things he didn't have
I would go after every man
With a large stack of cash
I'd even sell my body 

I couldn't see what I did wrong
So I wanted him to feel my angry wrath
When in reality I was insecure and jealous
Because his lover now seems to be
His better half

Day by day I would throw myself away
I always seemed to get more wasted
Than the day before
Because each day I loathed myself more and more

Other days I would refuse to move
The couch seemed to be my death sentence
Not moving seemed to be a must
It was a matter of time before my cat would collect piles upon piles of dust

By the time of my departure
I was 500 pounds larger
They had to dig a special grave
For the stupid little mess I made
Because of the seven deadly sins
That got in the way

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