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DEAD LOVE
I wish that I knew
A better version of you
We're both black and blue
Perverting the truth
Yeah I'm all outta hope
I've replaced them with smoke
A vile of dope
And a suicide rope
Tell me it gets better
I don’t mind if it’s a lie
What's holding us together
Cuz I think I'm changing sides
Take me out with a look
I'll read your posture like a book
But your words are sharp and mean
There are no spaces in-between
Please don’t make me love you darling
you're a ghost and you seem so lonely
Your spirit haunts me in my bed
Could I be just like you,
beautiful and dead
About the Creator
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