I Know How the Mafia Would Handle This
And here we go again
trying to conquer me with words
Did you ever think
that the weapon was inside you all along?
And the way his smiled look next to yours
I guess you’re not worried about your reputation
And the way you were leaning back
I guess you didn’t tell him yet
But somehow
they always know in the end
Cover up your tracks
and cover up that scar
I’m sure it’s not the only one you got from him
He lost everything he has
he just doesn’t know it yet
She likes to be alone
always crying by the window
Holding her heart in her hands,
she lit a match
and set it all ablaze
She said, “oh, let it burn
it wasn’t doing much anyways”
She might be dramatic
but she’s never lacked potential
Her burning heart
is now a trophy of her resilience
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