Dripping blood on your sunday dress 
So much baggage, a fucking mess. 
Day after day, a life on the ropes. 
No use waiting for any hope. 
You're just a waste of my breath. 
Hope you dig the flowers I wont send. 
This time baby, you can't leave. 
Pray to that god you'll never see. 
You're going to scream when you burn
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