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Thornscar RebuttalOh youWho appears as mine Disappears Without a trace Of anything And leaves me stranded Packed up your things Presumed dead No warnings and no signs I loved you So this must mean Goodbye... But no-one knows The truth I won't reveal As I stood on that hardwood floor Laughing inside While you decayed beneath me Under that hardwood floor With that stupid, tortured Look on your face Laughing back at me But at least my smile Is filled with teeth Covering your broken face In both blood and cum Bash in your lying eyes For the second time Angel with ripped off wings Now a bleeding disgrace And if I was ever to care Now is NOT the time... |