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it ends with a murder.
no bodies will be found, and no blood will be spilt tonight.
it's her lack of self-esteem that's making this seem so right.
and until you give up your ghosts from the past that are haunting
you will never find sleep as you lay on your own.
and with my words shaped like bullets and my lips kissing the trigger
you will never be quite sure what hit you.
they call it charisma, i call it a panic.
i need to save you but you're fine on your own.
this is a front, this courage a lie.