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she mourned him like she lost him
yeah, like..
He was never hers
of all illusions
she chose the most unreal
of hearts that have been broken
hers was a heart that was broke

she had strayed again,
this time she strayed too far
in terms of falling
she definitely hit the ground
how couldn't she
she had a glimpse of perfect imperfection
dont we all know about your first..

it doesnt stop playing in her head
the first cut is the deepest
the rest just flipping hurt
but she knew, she did
after the first deep cut
comes the hell of withdrawin the dagger
the seconds relief and everlasting sting

she wants to believe in one more lie
that even in love illusions
darkness comes before dawn
but she has knowledge
it doesnt make it hurt any less
just less worth the cigarettes and beers