Texty: After The Tragedy. Choking On Shoelaces.

Trade your conscience in for animosity
Your bleeding pride invokes a crave for sympathy
This occurrence breaks my heart consistently
Before you leave please tell me everything you see

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(I) Die
This time your forked tongue licks blood from your wounds
(You) Cry
Each time my pride siphons through

Have I ever prayed this hard for death before?
Could my words disgrace existence anymore?
I'm humiliated here impaled by tears
If my heart could stop this pain would not be here

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