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scars...
i'm sitting here,
looking up at the stars.
i'm sitting here,
with these bloody red scars.
none of this would of happened,
if you haven’t of stabbed my heart.
none of this would of happened,
if you haven’t torn it apart.
this is what u want,
yes am sure.
this is want u want,
for this pain never to cure.
u cant hide the fact,
that u hate me because it shows..
u cant hide the fact,
that u want me to die pain n all, slow
