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The acid reflux in my throat hasn't appeased my taste for bitter blondes
I've twisted so many necks and now their souls daily blind my mind
Your presence, I took for granted
I deceived your confidence
I'll never achieve emotional numbness,
Nor will I enjoy a single peaceful rest
Your presence, I took for granted
I deceived your confidence
Your angelic hand touches my venomous spine
through overwhelming nightmares