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Concept A lost cause, you're the cancer I lack.
Fill my soul, I don't want to turn back.
Bruise me and when we start to turn black.
I will pray that you're my heart attack.
Rack my brain.
Only losing more time.
Feel the pain.
You can be my flatline.
You're a disease and I don't want a cure.
In my eyes, you're the Goddess of whores.
Abuse me so much, I only want more.
Who needs to feel love when our hate is so pure?
Stop my heart.
I want it from the inside.
The best part.
You can be my flatline.
