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[fukengruvenn]

exscuse me your stepping on my heart
its ok I don't need it back anyways
grind your heel, tear it apart
cause i can't feel with it anymore

throw me into the washer, 50 cents a spin
its something i'm all to used to inside this bin
the pain is cold it always is
like a highlight reel I replay it all

I'm lonely, I'm tired this pain is all too real
You were meant for me, the flames we could feel
They burned so bright, you made me crazy
Look out the house is now burning, but i'm too lazy