Your hateful words, can't mend a broken heart,
but I'll smile from ear to ear as you tear yourself apart.
Keep in mind, if you cross me again, you'll get one in the heart and one in the head.
I'll pick up the pieces and label them "martyr".
I shoot to kill.
I couldn't miss if I tried.
I'll take this to grave.
So say those last fucking goodbyes.
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