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Oct 15, 2005 14:59

In the final curtain call
You left me here with the coldest of feelings
Weight, kind, depression
Blessing the floor in the places you stepped in
Will they ever measure up
To the way you left me
Here by the roadside?
The bloodiest cadaver
Marked in your words; I'm the joke, I'm the bastard
Here wait, so I guess that you knew
That you're a selfish little whore
I am the selfish little whore
If I had my way, I'd crush your face in the door

This is no beginning, this is the final cut
Open up, I'm in love
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