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she's there
a beating heart of glory
i've hated and i've loathed her
i've wished her dead
as i lie alone
in my nightmare bed

i admit i sometimes
still can't stand her
but when i see her deep eyes
leaking for some arse hole
i just want to care
for her broken little soul

she tried to die
the same way that i did
taking too much for too much
all the blood and pain
falling falling
like the relentless rain

i swear to god
she can really push my patience
with all her hypocrisies
making me jealous
its strange
and making me callous

i wish i could
find some one perfect
for her sorrowed eyes
some one to be her way
to be a new love
to be a love that loves to stay