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bury me standing under your window, with the cinder block in hand
yeah, cause noone will ever feel like this again
and if i could move im sure it would only be to crawl back to you
i must have dragged my guts a block, they were gone by the time we talked
i want to hate you half as much as i hate myself
but you know that i could crush you with my voice
stood on my roof and tried to see you forgetting about me
hide the details, i dont want to know a thing
i hate the way you say my name like its something secret, my pen is the barrel of my gun
remind me which side you should be on
i wish that i was as invisible as you make me feel
