FRIENDS   
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BASICS
I want you to know the thoughts
My mind contains I want you to feel the rage Pulse through my veins These wounds, like a catalog of flaws Serve to remind me of all the pain I've caused I want to see the tears
Fill up your eyes I want to see you beg And apologize I want you to know the depths Of my disgust I want you to learn The emptiness of trust I want you to rue the day That you were born I want you to feel the fury Of my storm I want my silence to keep You up at night I want you to know the hatred You incite I want you to sit and listen To me scathe I want to dance upon your Sorry grave. |
