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Your cold, cruel words don't mean a thing to me...
These broken lies I hear across my slanted crimson floor;
I will break away from them and they will be no more.
My heart lost its battle to a want and raging mind.
The tear drops I spilled for love you never dared to look behind.
How can I ever trust someone that always loses sight in hope?
So now I cast my shadow to you and begin to untie my rope.
Your cold, cruel words don't mean a thing to me,
I close my eyes and hold my breath at this very last decree.
Knowing not to be like you brings me a soft grin;
I never knew someone could lie like you and bring me so much sin.
So here is what I say to you,
do you have any regret?
Because by the time you will have read this you will wonder why we ever met.
11/5: I now know why I made this... This has a deep meaning to me.