Pity is any ugly gift
And I don't want it anymore
I wanted you
Now I don't know what for
To prove a point
To hide my wreckless desire
Paint my weakness with destiny
And end up in your fire
Well I won't go down with you
You lay in your own bed
I'm not the back up plan
And it's all on your head
I hope guilt finds you
A bitter and broken man
And you see your
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