This fuck martyr
Small piece, just this small piece
That summer day holding closely
Scrubbed bare and empty
An invitation to the last dance
I know you lie
I will take the bruises
Hit me hard
Don’t want to be cast in cold and stone
We had a deal
This helping social time
To help me feel
We had a deal
Though you were unaware I was consumed
Let me go
Be fucking insincere
I can be the lonely one
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