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Kill If I Could


Where does reality end and the nightmare begin?
I close my eyes and dream up a perfect world
inside my head, and in that dream she's fucking dead
Why can't it be real?
I want to hurt her, she's justified her own murder
No rose is without its thorns
and my blood is fresh on yours
With one hand I stroke her hair
while the other attempts to remove a heart that's not there
I want to see her name carved in stone
No rose is without its thorns, and my blood is fresh on yours

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