| Makes you
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| It makes you want to kill
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| It makes it hard to breathe
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| Just to much to deal, with
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| Go ahead and slit your wrists
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| Open up a vein til the pain don’t exist
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| If this is all it takes to bring you to deaths door
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| Then what the fuck were you ever given breath for
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| Why waste energy on someone unworthy
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| Why even think about gettin' your hands dirty
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| So many members of the murder club
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| Live with regret, wish they never heard of love
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| Crimes of passion, mindless action
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| Makes you want to go grab a nine and blast 'em, huh
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| Hope you don’t mind me askin'
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| What is of the game from this type of reaction
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| What type of satisfaction, do you hope to obtain
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| When you can’t change what happened
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| Nothing hurts worse than a broken heart
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| Another love lost, life torn apart
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| Feeling like you should have known from the start
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| What was once light has become dark
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| Started off sweet with a bitter end
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| Now how you sit and think about is revenge
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| Gone insane can’t contain yourself
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| Til the other half knows all the pain you felt
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| Never thought it would happen to me
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| So I never stopped to think what my reaction would be
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| It just seems so matter of fact
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| First they hurt you and then you hurt them back
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| But an eye for an eye leaves the world blind
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| A heart for a heart makes us unkind
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| Creates a world of the walking dead
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| Void of joy and purpose left to march ahead
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| Mindless zombies out for blood
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| The definition of death, life without love
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| How far will you go when push comes to shove
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| Why are you fighting for a feeling that never was
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| Hate for love becomes a love of hate
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| True vengeance knows not an expiration date
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| Become consumed by the hate you give
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| And soon you’re the one left with a life unlived
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| Put a piece of steel right through the chest
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| Show 'em that you really meant to the death
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| Sounds harsh what did you expect
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| When someone shows you no regard and such disrespect
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| Matters of the heart aren’t to trifle with
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| So it’s not your fault you’re on some psycho shit
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| You can’t choose who you love or the life you get
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| But you can choose to move on and be alright with it
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| When things aren’t working out as you planned
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| And it’s so unfair that you don’t understand
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| How she can leave you for another man
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| Or how he ended up with her, makes you wonder, damn
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| Did they ever love you in the first place
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| Unrecorded love that’s the worst fate
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| So you stay up late plannin' and plottin'
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| To make sure your pain is never forgotten |