Words for the karmic-ly challenged,
Said out in a whisper to you
You made me swallow a knife,
You chose to swallow one too
You continue your obsession,
And I'll continue mine
I am looking forward,
You never look behind.
The knife goes through my organs
The blood seeps out of my pores
Lets go though this alone a-single
Pretending to be whores
You assumed that it was recent,
That what I said was new
You expect me to ignore it
And not expect me to ignore you
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