R.I.P
Elita
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Am I suppose to say thank for all of the pain
That you caused in my life
Like it some sort of game
I guess I miss you, but
I guess I wished this on you
Is this suppose to be some sort of relief?
I think you got lost in your fucked up beliefs
I remember how you used to be
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You told me that you loved me
Now I'm crying in my bedroom
Ghostly shadows of you loom
Final words carved into headstones
Now I know something you don't