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Whisper softly in my ear. Let your sickness sink into my skin.

Behind closed doors she weakens. All her hope is sinking

The blood and tears I'll fix. Stop falling through my fingers.

You tried to tell me you were a saint. That I was the one who should be forgiven

You asked if you made me nervous, the thought left me breathless and wordles

There's a story in my eyes, It's not the kind you want to hear

Add a cup of malice to your bones, just to walk away with a friend