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past interprets the future
I used to fly high. Hitting the ropes then over the ropes I dive. Kicks to the face man I was feeling alive. Blood on my face and still loving the ride. Didnt think of my hurt and times it made me cry. But what you fucking did to me I'll never know why. Knew you weren't a good person just tell myself the lies. Wanting to believe you cause how you made me feel inside. How good it felt holding you every fucking night. Now ive lost it all and nothing seems right. Give me a new razor or rope fuck that dull ass knife.
