I'm a murderer
Your dad said you would be fine
And I cant even help myself
But God, he lied
On July 16th when you let me go
Your mom said stop calling nights
I wont come back
At least sometimes
And you can count on that
Your grace never looked as good
Congratulations
As it does this morning
You were just a waste of my time
In the daylight
Again
I'm tired of wasting time
I'll give it a few months
On a body that has no life
Before you figure that out
On a rhythm that has no rhyme
Luckily
Tonight
I refuse to die by my own hand
How do I fix this alone?
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