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Dear Courtney,
All I see
Is a scarred little cancerous soul
Tried to sell your own music
But nobody could use it
They swallowed (w)hole

All the lies
Demise, snake eyes
Fear feeds your dead insides
Billions of pennies never earned you anything
So was it even worth the try

Lost
Was a man whose soul was in his eyes
And some think he tried to make us realize
The end was coming fast, but that's all in the past
And urban legends never last
So many fingers, pointed at the singer
Of a washed up band who had her hand on the trigger

Sleep
How do you get any
Knowing this is all your fault
And everybody knows
The evidence shows
Your escapade will
Come to a hault

We all see right through your sick silk slip dress
Down to your tarry black heart
If given the chance, it would be a damn mess
We'd all rip you apart

I dont know
Why everyone is so
Fucking afraid
You don't scare me at all
There's no love
You're not above us
Your friends are simply just flies on the wall

So much you could use
From a man with everything to lose