Tytuł: Three Chord Valentine

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She said she liked the way I kissed
  So cutting edge I slit my wrists
  I need to vomit disappear
  and kill those monsters in my mirror
  Out classed by losers second place
  Before I fell flat on my face
  So sick of dreaming, wake me up
  and do your worst to shut me up
  
  I'm resistant to your insistance
  I can hear you off in the distance
  Telling me the end is coming soon
  Too addicted to breathe without it
  Too embarrassed to talk about it
  I'll kiss you off and try to leave
  without you following me
  
  This punctured pallet pains me red
  Disturbed and angered dead instead
  Just lift your lips and leave me lost
  A pale cold corpse collecting moss
  These echoes count your hours down
  With pulse precision safe and sound
  So apropos and no one cares
  An empty room with empty chairs
  
  I'm resistant to your insistance
  I can hear you off in the distance
  Telling me the end is coming soon
  Too addicted to breathe without it
  Too embarrassed to talk about it
  I'll kiss you off and try to leave
  without you following me
  
  So you can take your dress code
  And your elitist looks on life
  boil them up in a fucking syringe
  and shoot it right in your fucking neck