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In the final curtain call,
You left me here with the coldest of feelings,
Weight, kind, depression,
Blessing the floors with the places you've stepped in.
Will they ever measure up,
To the way you left me here by the roadside,
The bloodiest cadaver,
Marked in your words, I'm the joke, I'm the b*stard.
Here, wait, so I guess that you knew,
That you're a selfish little wh*re,
I'm the selfish little wh*re,
If I had my way I'd crush your face in the door.
This is no beginning, yeah, yeah, yeah,
This is the final cut, open up.
This is no beginning, yeah, yeah, yeah,
This is the final cut.