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Getting Away With Murder
written by blackened_rose07:37 PM 12/22/04I come here every day
Looking at you the same way
You killed my soul
You ass hole!!!!!!!
You don't even give a fuck
But that's just my luck
You son of a bitch
I wish I could make you flinch
You took my soul from me
So I was too blinded to see
You just wanted in my pants
It's like your in a trance
You do this to all of the girls
Which just makes me hurl
I tried to make you see
But the truth just wouldn't be
You took over my mind
So I couldn't find
Myself lost in these lies
That you seem to deny
Every second I waste with you
Makes me fuckin hate you more to!
So leave me the fuck be
For I'm burning this tree
This gun in my hand
Will make you baried beneth the sand
I hope you like hell
For that's what you befell
You got away with my murder
For me you did smuther
Your denstiny is no longer me
For that now I see
Have a fun time in hell
For I will never tell
That you where a whore
For my life you did tore |
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