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I mutilated myself tonight
A thousand veins strained out
I carved your name deep upon my own tomb
The eulogy read was yours, not mine
Meant for someone in particular to read the passage
Someone that should have been you, but you’ve already died
Now we sit here locked inside the chamber in our head
Rewinding images and replaying the same ending
For one testament has been returned to the solemn word
Sincerely yours; I have control of our futures
A broad in disaster is how she uniforms
Burnt skin like a dying star, my possession
She’s always there when I come undone
Stitching up the error I made with the gun
Don’t blame me for not being able to rescue you from the drain
Heaving all your cares from a dilapidated hole near your soul
All you’ve worked for has vanished and you’re losing control
Shuttering away your pain for I can no longer make you whole
A broad in disaster is how she uniforms
Burnt skin like a dying star, my possession
She’s always there when I come undone
Stitching up the error I made with the gun
Tainted with torment painting herself on the wall
A disfigured image of herself hanging from the well
On the next glance, the ropes been removed as she fell
To the dark realm of despair that we refer to as hell
