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this frame once held my favorite picture
and now it's empty, and now it's broken
and that's how you left my chest
hallowed out by your hands
where you dug a grave and laid
your memory to rest
i hate the way you say i told you so
this is for all the wilted petals on the floor
this is for a waste of a dozen roses maybe more
this is for how you deserve
nothing more from a rose than the thorns, than the thorns
this should have ended with the kiss
that you left on someone else's lips
which turned my heart inside out
you left it looking much the same
a motionless mass of muscle and vein
as i clean up this mess you've made
s i sing you to sleep
i hope my ghost haunts your dreams
lost in your memory
as bad as it seems
I hate the way you say I told you so
this is for all the wilted petals on the floor
this is for a waste of a dozen roses maybe more
this is for how you deserve
nothing more from a rose than the thorns, than the thorns
so twist the knife
fashion me counter clockwise
turn back time
forget that you were never mine
so twist the knife i will cut (the last piece of you from me)
fashion me counter clockwise
turn back time (the razor blades will separate)
forget that you were never mine (any connections we've made)
but there's complications
in the operation
that keeps me from forgetting your face (fashion me counterclockwise)
turn back time (come back tomorrow i'll rid the sorrow)
forget that you were never mine (from within my heart which you plagued)
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