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This won't be the last you'll hear from me,
It's just the start.
I hope that he keeps you up for weeks,
Like you did to me.
I will hold a candle up to you,
To singe your skin.
Brace yourself: Im bent with bitterness.
You can't foresee
When your apologies fail to ring true, (you're) so slick with that sarcastic slew
Or phrases like 'I thought you knew', while keeping me in hot pursuit.
Tracing the plot finds skin touching skin (absence follows).
In the end, I win every time,
As ink remains.
Sour tastes prevail as you play back
The tape machine
When your apologies fail to ring true, (you're) so slick with that sarcastic slew
Or phrases like 'I thought you knew', while keeping me in hot pursuit.
Tracing the plot finds skin touching skin (absence follows).