Spending our nights alone
Thinking about the feelings you've shown
It's late already, haven't you known?
Stuck here waiting by the phone.
Thirty-six minutes past eight
Still no sign of you opening the gate
If you're cheating, please tell me straight
There's very little things I can tolerate.
Out late with your friends, you said
They say you're with her instead
Now my mind is full of dread
Happy that you'd spontaneously bled.
Red liquid running down my cheeks
I got my revenge a little after two weeks
Not sorry I ruined those sentimental antiques
I have to work on my techniques.
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