Bloody Hands
your hands are all bloody from my broken heart
it hurts that you don't feel bad that you tore us apart
that with a temporary fix you wrecked what we built
your proud of yourself, don't feel any guilt
now your all alone, you can go sleep in your bed
your so selfish, i wouldn't feel sorry if you were dead
because you've killed me inside, there's nothing you can do to bring me back to life
you've stabbed me in my heart, there's no coming back alive
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