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You killed us.
You killed us.
There is blood, on the hands, of your words my dear.
This mess that you see, it is your own creation.
And time will not stop, or pretend to you it cares
For the healing of your anger
Or the feelings that were there.
Everything you had, you executed, dear.
You destroyed the one thing, that you claimed to need.
And when you gave up, all my feelings caved in
I was not to see your face
Or hear your voice, ever again
And now you say, that you’re ready to love, dear.
But it’s too late, your stupidity has ended it all.
No amount of forgiveness will bring us back around
You thought you could re-wind
But our love sleeps in the ground.
isn’t it funny, how one so easily forgets
That what you give a person
Is just what you’ll get
And for all of your drivel, about resurrecting love
I still remember that it was you
It was you that killed us.
