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I’ll become the new serial killer knocking
You out with my builders crack hammer
Don’t bring on the tears and give
Me butterflies
I’ll give you time to revitalize

You lead them astray
Leave your life open for me
I’ll be the worst mistake
But the best decision ever made
I’m so bored it makes
Me tried

She cried and I couldn’t careless
The old Jesus man walked past
Spotting out flyers godless

My soul is sinking deeply daily
Why can’t you stand clear and breathe
He’d turn up
Only ending in a silent plea

Holding back the tears
Of yesterdays failing memories
Once mates drawing our own futures
Now only erasing all the images

Lay to rest as your tears
Are now all dry

Craw from the centre
Only to be exposed between
Lies of miss fortune

By Chloe Rae