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Diary of a Misanthrope You think you can talk to her anyway you wish
You think it’s ok to to make her feel so low
You tell her she has no right to cry
You don’t choose your words wisely
They scar her so deep all she wants to is die
Once the man she loved
Now the man she fears
Once a heart of gold now one full of hate
No one there to dry her tears
No one has the right to tear her down
No one not even you
One day she will get sick of it
Sick of all the abuse sick of the promises broke
And there you lie in a pool of your own blood with your throat slit
Just because you didn’t think before you spoke
