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Curse
1 ReviewsA beautiful day to see a hearse.
But will I wake up
And find you sprawled upon the bathroom floor
Your eyes dead and skin pale.
I’d cry for you if my tears were good enough,
I’d show my face if I was beautiful.
Don’t look for me,
You’ll find out just what I’ve been hiding for.
Don’t look for me,
Don’t look for me anymore.
Forgive me, Father,
For I’ve been cursed.
I’ve felt the pain,
I’ve seen the worst.
The demons will come out to play,
Such a beautiful day,
Oh a wonderful day,
To see a hearse.
And find you sprawled upon the bathroom floor
Your eyes dead and skin pale.
I’d cry for you if my tears were good enough,
I’d show my face if I was beautiful.
Don’t look for me,
You’ll find out just what I’ve been hiding for.
Don’t look for me,
Don’t look for me anymore.
Forgive me, Father,
For I’ve been cursed.
I’ve felt the pain,
I’ve seen the worst.
The demons will come out to play,
Such a beautiful day,
Oh a wonderful day,
To see a hearse.
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