Personal Exstacy
do you want see whats true?
do you want a chance to die?
you say you never knew
but I know that its a lie
somethings are better left forgotten
and i guess you're one of those
I now see that you're rotten
regardless of how you pose
because all my regrets are still alive
two birds with one stone comes to mind
if we meet again you can't survive
only for so long can i act blind
each person has there own fantasy
the things they wish they could do
murder is my personal extasy
i'd watch out if i were you
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