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trophy knives - burn كلمات الأغنية

i’ve thought this through and i don’t see a way out
my faith is cold and i don’t wanna stay here
these empty thoughts inside your vacant memory
misdiagnosed with the words you promised me
in between writing sl!ck, red, poetries
or drowing in an ocean of self_pity
sweetening the taste of my own misery
just fall asleep and get away with deserting

now this burn on my skin, feels icy cold
will you ever come home, ever come home
i’ve thought this through and i don’t see a way out
this is getting old, just like the times that you’ve walked in to
mouths of crocodiles, on the palest nights
oh, these pale white nights, now i’ve learned to bite my tongue
in between writing sl!ck, red, poetries
or drowing in an ocean of self_pity
sweetening the taste of my own misery
just fall asleep and get away with deserting

i hate to be the one that tells you this but
i thought i told you so

- trophy knives

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