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In the back of my mind, I hold my heart in my hands
So they won't break it away, take it away...

It's slowly bleeding, slowly beating...
But if I could stretch out my hands and hold your hand you know I would...

My breath is hot, now that I squirm in my bed, waiting to hear your voice, slowly dripping from my self-conscious.
Knowing that you'd never care, you'd never learn to see it, the way I do.

We laugh together, smile together, but I feel like the chess pieces that I played in my mind, have been struck out,
You've got the checkmate.
I'm lying on my floor, bleeding paint red, hopefully it makes it to your nightmares

I've been played, I've been checked. I'm falling to my death, of innocence that got beaten.

So many girls that would give up their souls just be your whore.
And as much as I'd like to stand up from the crowd, you hadn't touched my hand.

And I can't believe I almost trusted you, but in the end it was the "almost" that got you.

and I'd love to play this stupid game, but looks like my blood is fresh out, til the next time we can use yours, and tell me how it feels to be played.

I wasn't special, even if the label "Friend" meant something to you. Because "Friend" is always the end of the sentence that ends up the common noun, but your eyes seem to trick you and label the Angel proper because she means much more.

I can't believe you fooled me, I can't believe I slipped, and made a stupid move. But don't worry, Hun, you've still got the rest of the game to play.

I can't believe that you were everything that I wanted but I just ended up in your b***h club, and you've put on my leash. Well, I'm staying free. So you can use this leash for that extra dog that you've grown a liking to. You told me you always liked animals,

heres your damn leash.

and my heart doesn't beat for you, it bleeds.
My heart doesn't call for you, it screams.
My heart doesn't let you in, it kicks you out.
So you can play the rest of the damn game and find out no ones playing.
In the end, you can BITE ME.

So you and your fake face you laid beside you for safe keeping can walk a jolly holly road to hell.

and I'll be there to salute to you your

FARE WELL